BiggWimm
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Well, my mule deer season didn't go as well as hoped. Myself and two buddies hiked about 6 miles in and 3500' up to a spot that my hunting partner had been into many years before. We had done some scouting in the area and found some great bucks. On our way up we met 3 other hunters in one group that were going to be in the same area. This was the day before season opened so it was obvious they were also committed. As it turns out, they were some great guys and we were able to devise a plan amongst ourselves so we weren't fighting one another in the morning. Once we reached our destination, we immediately found bucks. The next morning, we quickly got on deer. As rifle hunting in Utah goes, we had additional company in the morning and they weren't hesitating. As the shots began to ring out, the big bucks quickly vacated the area. I ended up shooting a decent buck because he got too close for his own good. Not a monster, but he tastes great. I watched our new morning friends taking 1000 yard freehand shots at deer. At one point they had to run back to their packs for more bullets. I am not exaggerating when I say they shot at least a box and a half of bullets. My hunting partner also ended up with a nice buck after dropping over a mile down the mountain. On our way out, we ran into our three friends from the hike. They had harvested a nice 4 point that ended up breaking a side off as it rolled. They said from their vantage point, they watched 8 - 4 points go down. At least that many 3 points, and a number of two points. Ugh, time to find a new spot.
I already told my hunting partner that this was my last rifle season, it has left me with too foul a taste in my mouth. Watching the ridiculous shots, having people shoot over the top of us, and watching wounded deer hobble across the mountain was just too much.
As a note, most of the bucks were harvested well below us. I had harvested the highest deer on the mountain that morning and it still was far enough to get away from the chaos.
Anyway, enough of my negativity. Here is my buck, which I am thrilled with:
Buddy's buck, he is shy:
Both bucks back at the jeep:
I already told my hunting partner that this was my last rifle season, it has left me with too foul a taste in my mouth. Watching the ridiculous shots, having people shoot over the top of us, and watching wounded deer hobble across the mountain was just too much.
As a note, most of the bucks were harvested well below us. I had harvested the highest deer on the mountain that morning and it still was far enough to get away from the chaos.
Anyway, enough of my negativity. Here is my buck, which I am thrilled with:
Buddy's buck, he is shy:
Both bucks back at the jeep:
congrats
