trealtree
Well-Known Member
I just got back from one of the most memorable hunts I have ever been on. I had the privelige to hunt with 2 great guy's that I met through tndeer. After many days and nights in a tent with no shower in freezing and snowing conditions I tagged out on a nice WY buck.
It was cold, snow on the groud and the wind was blowing pretty good. We were set up on a knob watching several ravines that the deer were moving through. We spotted 3 deer that appeared out of nowhere as the deer do out west. They were nearly 8oo yards out when they were first spotted.
My friend put the spotting scope on them and said there was for sure a shooter in the bunch. As the group of deer moved closer I layed my muzzleloader on the shooting sticks so that I would be ready when they we're in range.
It was so cold that my hands almost froze the second I took my gloves off. The wind chill was brutal. We were hunting public land but the deer were coming off private land so it was crucial that the deer were on public before I took a shot. As we watched the deer and checked the GPS the first deer came within 80 yards below us and I decided to pass this buck. It was a small buck small frame 3x2.
As the small buck passed behind us in the ravine he winded us and we thought the other 2 deer headed this way would spook... Luckily the bigger buck was interested in one thing. He was trailing a doe and thrashing sage brush with his horns every few steps.
As the doe passed by on a different trail that went behind a hill about 180 yards in front of us, I knew I only had a few seconds to make the shot before the trailing buck disappeared out of sight. I steadied that gun and pulled the trigger. The deer acted hit and quickly went out of sight. We anxiously tried to figure out what happened scouring the hillside with the spotting scope, looking for any sign of the buck.
My friend soon spotted horns and that was the only thing you could see of the deer sticking over the top of the hill. The deer was bedded down but still alive!
I quickly reloaded and got ready for a shot if the deer decided to get up. As the minutes went by and every time I looked through the scope at the bucks horns my legs started shaking. 30 minutes later the buck stood up, I quickly pulled the trigger and smoke rolled. The deer flipped over and the only thing you could see was legs in the air rolling down the hill. We went to take a took a look at the deer and hiked back to camp to get our packs to pack him out. The perfect end to my epic hunt.
It was cold, snow on the groud and the wind was blowing pretty good. We were set up on a knob watching several ravines that the deer were moving through. We spotted 3 deer that appeared out of nowhere as the deer do out west. They were nearly 8oo yards out when they were first spotted.
My friend put the spotting scope on them and said there was for sure a shooter in the bunch. As the group of deer moved closer I layed my muzzleloader on the shooting sticks so that I would be ready when they we're in range.
It was so cold that my hands almost froze the second I took my gloves off. The wind chill was brutal. We were hunting public land but the deer were coming off private land so it was crucial that the deer were on public before I took a shot. As we watched the deer and checked the GPS the first deer came within 80 yards below us and I decided to pass this buck. It was a small buck small frame 3x2.
As the small buck passed behind us in the ravine he winded us and we thought the other 2 deer headed this way would spook... Luckily the bigger buck was interested in one thing. He was trailing a doe and thrashing sage brush with his horns every few steps.
As the doe passed by on a different trail that went behind a hill about 180 yards in front of us, I knew I only had a few seconds to make the shot before the trailing buck disappeared out of sight. I steadied that gun and pulled the trigger. The deer acted hit and quickly went out of sight. We anxiously tried to figure out what happened scouring the hillside with the spotting scope, looking for any sign of the buck.
My friend soon spotted horns and that was the only thing you could see of the deer sticking over the top of the hill. The deer was bedded down but still alive!
I quickly reloaded and got ready for a shot if the deer decided to get up. As the minutes went by and every time I looked through the scope at the bucks horns my legs started shaking. 30 minutes later the buck stood up, I quickly pulled the trigger and smoke rolled. The deer flipped over and the only thing you could see was legs in the air rolling down the hill. We went to take a took a look at the deer and hiked back to camp to get our packs to pack him out. The perfect end to my epic hunt.
