Tony_The_Terrible
Well-Known Member
So myself, my father, and my grandfather just arrived back into town from our 2008 Montana muledeer hunt. We were successful, in that we filled all our tags, but even more so, we spent more than a week surrounded by this beautiful scenery chasing muledeer. We averaged seeing 30-40 muledeer per day,with 5-10 of those being bucks. We also averaged seeing 5-10 whitetails daily as well, although it would have to have been a good whitetail buck in order to take it out there (the tags were good for either species). In addition to all the deer, we also saw hundreds of pronghorn antelope and a solitary elk. The rut was picking up pretty heavy, so nearly every doe we say had a buck in tow.
I did not draw a buck tag this year, but both my father and grandfather had one. I settled for a muledeer doe tag. The first buck we killed belonged to my father. We called it the fishhook buck, because it had a sticker off the left side of its rack shaped like a fishhook.
If you look close, you can see the "fishhook" on the right side of the picture.
Unfortunately, I did not get any good body shots of the "fishhook buck". To compensate, I took plenty of pictures of my grandfathers buck. Each of the three of us posed with it. I helped my grandfather stalk this buck, which was bedded with a couple of does on the top of a "gumbo", which is Montana-speak for hill, and after the buck had stood up, my grandfather dropped it in its tracks with one clean shot. He was unable to climb to the top of the hill because of the terrain, but my father and I ascended to the top where the buck was waiting. We took our pictures up there, before the drag, and my grandfather took had his picture made at the bottom once the drag was completed.
My father:
Me:
The Buckslayer himself:
Here is a picture of me with all 3 deer, including my doe, and if you look just left of my head you can see the rack of my grandfathers buck.
My dad and grandfather make this journey every year, and although I don't always get to go, each time that I am so priviledged adds more memories to those already forever etched in my mind. This is the true meaning of the phrase "quality time".
I did not draw a buck tag this year, but both my father and grandfather had one. I settled for a muledeer doe tag. The first buck we killed belonged to my father. We called it the fishhook buck, because it had a sticker off the left side of its rack shaped like a fishhook.
If you look close, you can see the "fishhook" on the right side of the picture.
Unfortunately, I did not get any good body shots of the "fishhook buck". To compensate, I took plenty of pictures of my grandfathers buck. Each of the three of us posed with it. I helped my grandfather stalk this buck, which was bedded with a couple of does on the top of a "gumbo", which is Montana-speak for hill, and after the buck had stood up, my grandfather dropped it in its tracks with one clean shot. He was unable to climb to the top of the hill because of the terrain, but my father and I ascended to the top where the buck was waiting. We took our pictures up there, before the drag, and my grandfather took had his picture made at the bottom once the drag was completed.
My father:
Me:
The Buckslayer himself:
Here is a picture of me with all 3 deer, including my doe, and if you look just left of my head you can see the rack of my grandfathers buck.
My dad and grandfather make this journey every year, and although I don't always get to go, each time that I am so priviledged adds more memories to those already forever etched in my mind. This is the true meaning of the phrase "quality time".
Congrats to all of you!
