shannerdrake
Well-known member
Well we just returned from another great trip to South Central Colorado. I thoroughly documented the trip and my run-in with elk over in the elk threads, so I will keep this one a little shorter.
After driving all day Friday and seeing nothing Saturday morning, Saturday night, and Sunday morning, my hunting partner and I were excited to see anything walking on four legs. We had just completed a midday "cow party" in some heavy cover next to a waterhole (it was extremely dry and sitting around water seemed like a good idea) and did not hear or see a thing. My buddy and I had agreed that he got first crack at deer and I would get first shot at elk.
On our way to another waterhole that had a lot of tracks suggesting deer activity, we bumped a bachelor group of 6 bucks. Three were definitely shooters. The deer were spooked but not terribly and worked their way down into a bowl. We were able to run to the edge and look down on them and when we got there they didn't seem to be too concerned and kept looking back where we had bumped them. Fortunately we were about 90 degrees from where they were looking and in good cover. One of the bucks was a beautiful 4x4 in full velvet. My buddy wanted that one. We both were hunting with muzzleloaders so we took time to make sure we made our shots count. He lined up on his and me on mine. We agreed he would shoot and then I'd shoot only after his shot. I line up my sights, take of my safety and put just the slightest pressure on the trigger. I wait for what seems like an eternity for him to fire. I finally hear him click his safety off...
After driving all day Friday and seeing nothing Saturday morning, Saturday night, and Sunday morning, my hunting partner and I were excited to see anything walking on four legs. We had just completed a midday "cow party" in some heavy cover next to a waterhole (it was extremely dry and sitting around water seemed like a good idea) and did not hear or see a thing. My buddy and I had agreed that he got first crack at deer and I would get first shot at elk.
On our way to another waterhole that had a lot of tracks suggesting deer activity, we bumped a bachelor group of 6 bucks. Three were definitely shooters. The deer were spooked but not terribly and worked their way down into a bowl. We were able to run to the edge and look down on them and when we got there they didn't seem to be too concerned and kept looking back where we had bumped them. Fortunately we were about 90 degrees from where they were looking and in good cover. One of the bucks was a beautiful 4x4 in full velvet. My buddy wanted that one. We both were hunting with muzzleloaders so we took time to make sure we made our shots count. He lined up on his and me on mine. We agreed he would shoot and then I'd shoot only after his shot. I line up my sights, take of my safety and put just the slightest pressure on the trigger. I wait for what seems like an eternity for him to fire. I finally hear him click his safety off...
