BrowningRage
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A true campfire story... Post up your interactions with idiots in the field... here's one of mine:
2006, I have an amazing general season rifle deer tag for the North Slope Uintas ?. Mostly going for the deer camp experience on this one, but we had a solid plan for opening morning that involved hiking to the middle of a sage brush filled, mild sloping sort of canyon. Gonna sit on the hillside and watch the sun come up on one of my favorite mountain vistas anywhere. If a buck appears, I'll be overjoyed.
About 15 minutes into shooting light, I glass up a big buck at the top of the canyon, making his way down in my direction. He's tall and heavy... only problem is, he's also an antelope. ?
We watch the buck start down through the middle of the sage brush and keep glassing for deer. All of a sudden, we hear shots ring out from up the ridgeline, 4 in total... we watch as the antelope sprints down through the bottom and on his way towards the safety of Wyoming. We figured someone above us had seen a buck up on the same mountainside we were on and may have got lucky.
After another hour or so, we decide its time to hike up the mountainside and make our way back to the truck. After a steep hike, we make it to the two track and rest a bit, glassing the mountainside for the other hunters. Just then, a truck comes along with CA plates and one of the friendliest CA people I've ever met. Guy told us about the best morning he just had hunting. Got 4 shots at the biggest buck he'd ever seen. We asked him where, and he pointed down in the bottom where we had just come from. He said he shot and missed 4 times and watched the buck hightail it down and out into the sage brush towards Wyoming... Turns out, it was the FIRST buck he'd ever seen... and I think you are all drawing the same conclusion that we did.
The situation was only comical because he missed. Otherwise, it would have been serious...
2006, I have an amazing general season rifle deer tag for the North Slope Uintas ?. Mostly going for the deer camp experience on this one, but we had a solid plan for opening morning that involved hiking to the middle of a sage brush filled, mild sloping sort of canyon. Gonna sit on the hillside and watch the sun come up on one of my favorite mountain vistas anywhere. If a buck appears, I'll be overjoyed.
About 15 minutes into shooting light, I glass up a big buck at the top of the canyon, making his way down in my direction. He's tall and heavy... only problem is, he's also an antelope. ?
We watch the buck start down through the middle of the sage brush and keep glassing for deer. All of a sudden, we hear shots ring out from up the ridgeline, 4 in total... we watch as the antelope sprints down through the bottom and on his way towards the safety of Wyoming. We figured someone above us had seen a buck up on the same mountainside we were on and may have got lucky.
After another hour or so, we decide its time to hike up the mountainside and make our way back to the truck. After a steep hike, we make it to the two track and rest a bit, glassing the mountainside for the other hunters. Just then, a truck comes along with CA plates and one of the friendliest CA people I've ever met. Guy told us about the best morning he just had hunting. Got 4 shots at the biggest buck he'd ever seen. We asked him where, and he pointed down in the bottom where we had just come from. He said he shot and missed 4 times and watched the buck hightail it down and out into the sage brush towards Wyoming... Turns out, it was the FIRST buck he'd ever seen... and I think you are all drawing the same conclusion that we did.
The situation was only comical because he missed. Otherwise, it would have been serious...