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Muleymonster
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I had big plans this year to shoot a big buck or go home empty handed. About a month ago my 12 year old son asked me if he could go. I was kind of shocked he has never shown any interest in hunting, of course I said yes. So know what, I really had my hopes set on a big buck and had the whole week, my boy on the other hand had to be home on Sunday. On Thursday we headed to the hills, 5 hours later we got camp set up and went looking for some deer, we seen a few smaller bucks and one 16-18" 3x3. Friday same story. So Saturday morning rolls around and we decide to check out an area that we had seen most of the deer in, about 8:30 a.m. we spot a couple of deer way up at the top of the drainage we are in, they were a lot bigger than the rest of the deer we have seen but I couldn't be sure they were bucks, as we try to get closer I spotted a couple other smaller bucks and my son got real excited and kept asking me "can we shoot them", I told him if we get close enough. I met up with my friend Matt and his son and we snuck over the hill 200 yds from the bucks with the boy looking on I ended our hunt. This is by far not the biggest buck I have shot, or one I had hoped for but in the end it might just be the best one ever.