It was a tough hunt for my brother in-law and I but we hung in there till the last minute and we both tagged our deer. The interesting thing about this story is we hunted all kinds of different spots and we killed our deer in the same area two days apart and I killed my buck from last year on this same hill this guy was on.
Early in the season we were seeing some does here and there and then on Monday my bro inlaw spotted a forkie at about 4:30pm and took him.
So Thursday comes around and I can only hunt until 12 cause i got to get back to camp and load stuff up to go home. We went back to the spot Ron (bro in-law) killed his buck and decided to glass for an hour and move on to another spot. Luckily I spot two doe booking it up the far side of the hill i was looking at. I called Ron over and we are both watching the does and Ron says I got a buck! We see two bucks running together at the top of the hill. They started sparring a little and then started making their way over toward us. We get a good look at the bucks at this point and one was really nice, but still too far away. We move closer around the face of the hill we were on and unfortunately the big buck beds down. His little buddy is still hanging out so I decided it was now or next year. I ranged him and he was standing broad side at 380 yards. I squeezed one off and Ron says he is down! I was pumped that I hit him good and then I remembered the how much work it was going to be to get him out of there.
Here he is. It was a lot of work but I had a great time.
This is how we hauled him out of the bottom of the canyon behind us.















