thegamegtr
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My wife, Nicki, drew three out of three tags this season. Talk about lucky! The mule deer tag was her last hunt of the season. On the second day we found the buck she wanted. We rowed my newly purchased raft across a river, climbed midway up the mountain to find the nice 4x4 we had spotted right where it had bedded down. Everything was perfect, except for the fact that my wife had aquired a serious case of "buck fever". As the buck stood up, looked around, bounced off a few steps, stopped, looked around, bounced off a few more steps, stopped ect... Nicki was attempting to jack a shell into the chamber (she was lifting the bolt handle straight up and the putting it right back down--over and over), the she could not find the deer in her scope (she was trying so hard to see the deer, at one point she had her eye within an inch of the scope). The deer finally decided that it did not want to die, and it went over the ridge. She was sooo bummed! The deer did not act very spooked, so we decided to side hill in the direction it had gone. One ridge led to another and before we knew it we were looking into a nasty bluffed out canyon. I told her it was to steep, and we would work our way down after a snack. While she was sleeping I glassed the canyon. Couldn't find anything but a few does. When she woke up, I decided to walk up the canyon 20 yards and look into a side canyon. I did not see anything. I looked back at her and shrugged my shoulders, then I reached down, picked up a big rock and chucked it. She looked at me like I was a nut. Truthfully, I was not expecting to look back down the canyon to see a beautiful buck staring up at me. Well it happened. As soon as I looked back at her she new something was up. She grabbed the gun, worked her way over to me and made a perfect shot. I guess "buck fever" doesn't strike twice in the same day!! Ofcourse, she shot the buck down in the canyon that I didn't want to take her into. Needless to say, it got pretty western. We got cliffed out with about 10 minutes of light left. We had to drop the deer, in order to find a safe route down to the river. The picture of me in the raft was the next morning after I had gone back to retrieve the meat.
