I am absolutely as happy as I can be. This deer is sneaky big, he has good mass and good beam length. He is weak on his left G3 but I dont care, I love the extra browtine and he will make a great mount. I couldnt be more proud. Like Kent said, I am totally hooked for life, these critters really get into your blood. THE STORY: We got to our glassing spot just before light ( Mexico seems to be slower pace and I was happy we left early enough finally to be in position before light) The cowboy with me spoke ZERO english and had a pair of 10x bino's, but glassed pretty good. He set up on one side and me on the other side of the ridge. He spotted three does right away, then about 1/2 hour later I saw a buck trotting out at about 1000 yards. This buck was visible for about 1 minute then went over a ridge. I continued to glass, but nothing was shining or moving around, so I proceeded to take "one last pass" over the ridges before I moved. I just started the grid pattern when I saw a deer come out from a big oak tree and could see horns. The buck fed for a couple minutes then just took off running up the ridge for no apparent reason. At the top of the hill, the buck suddenly stopped, started feeding for about 30 seconds then bedded down on the SE slope right in the Sun. I couldnt believe he didnt go over the ridge, so I just watched him for about 10 minutes then went after him. I hiked in a really round about way about 1 mile up through an oak draw to get set up underneath him about 300 yards below. There didnt seem to be any other better place to set up, nothing above him etc.. Well I couldnt see him once I was in position so I went down and back up the opposite facing slope to get a bit more height. By this time, the buck had got up feeding away from me at over 600 yards so I hiked back down and then up to the top of the peak he originally bedded on, in hopes of being able to look down on him now that he fed out. I actually picked up his movement back towards me while I was slowly walking towards my intended glassing spot. He didnt see me, he was walking kinda fast, acting a bit rutty, and I shot him right behind the right front shoulder at somewhere less than 250 yards. Those ballistic tips really punched through him. The heart and lungs were blown up and pieces of copper were on the exiting side wound. Once I got up to him, the whole country of Mexico could see my smile, I was pumped. I took a bunch of pictures, then we gutted the deer and started back out. It took about 1 1/2 hours to pack him out, but I didnt care, I was on cloud nine. I was very impressed with the vast country, the amount of deer and the total experience. I cant wait to get back there. Thanks for letting me ramble.....Allen ......
congrats again!!
