LAST EDITED ON Nov-01-04 AT 05:48PM (MST)[p]It was the last day of the season on my reservation 10/31. Saturday am I was sitting on a hill by a bitterbrush (in the dark) I saw a white patch in my binos and watched it moving up around. I had to wait to daylight to see what it was. I crawled downhill about 40 yards to get into a better shooting range. As daylight neared here came a roadhunter and he spotted the deer and parked behind the hill it was on. Long story short, he ended shooting it. .I chewed his ass about it. But in hindsight I am thankful he shot that little buck instead of me.
Fast forward to Sunday 10/31
I went to a small canyon I check every other day and saw fresh tracks of a BIG buck. So I decided to go into that area before sunrise and wait for the deer to come out from feeding. Tried a couple different set ups (freezing my butt off it must have been in the high teens) then settled on one near some big sagebrush, right about then I heard deer talk over my left shoulder and caught 6 deer coming uphill (5 does and young forky)The deer stopped and were looking in my direction. Was i busted? Nah they didn't smell or see me.
I kept glassing down the canyon and caught movement about 300+ yards away, it was 2 does and as I glassed up the hill there he was. I first saw the size of his body then he gave me a glimpse of the rack, man I knew I had to get to this guy. 300 was too far to try I needed to get closer.
Only problem was the does behind me had me pinned down, didn't want to spook them and lo and behold I was caught by the rising sun. He saw the does too I could see him looking at them and was thinking damn what now? Sit here and hope he comes to check them out or move and maybe spook them, which would in turn spook him.
I kept an eye on him for awile and then decided hell .. I need to do something so I crawled through that sagebrush as slow as I could. I got to the bottom of the draw and glassed to his direction and didn't see him so I figured he bedded. I stood up and walked across a clearing really fast then went to the rez boundary fence and followed it back, slowly creeping sidehill to the bitterbrush bowl I last saw him in.
As I got closer I readied myself and I got around the entry to that bowl and looked downhill and saw him standing there 35 + yards away and the rest is history...Went after my cousin and called my in law (to get his truck) and we went to work gutting and loading him. Spent the better part of the afternoon skinning him out carefully so I could get him mounted.
It's kind of wierd but I felt remorse after shooting him, he was a majestic looking animal. But he shouldnt have stuck around for so long right? Seems surreal to look at those horns and think that I was able to get him.