With the sun at or below the horizon, I scanned the open prairie with my binos to see if the stalk was even feasible... It wasn't. Before me laid about two thousand yards of flat wide open grass. There was no way I could crawl up to them with the amount of daylight I had... So I chose to run.
I walked down to a fence line and dropped my pack and spotter near a corner post next to a pile of rocks so I could easily find it again. I ranged the buck at 1800 yards, evaluated the terrain again, and came to the same conclusion... There wasn't enough time. I had to run.
So I did just that. I ran.
To my surprise the deer didn't pay me much bother. They kept their heads down, for the most part, and fed on the grass. Every few hundred yards closer I got the deer would casually look up at me. It seemed like they were confused. They didn't seem to get worried until I broke the 600 yard mark, but instead of running away, they all just turned and looked at me.
I slowed to a walk when I got to 500 yards, and was able to close the distance to 360 yards. I could tell the deer weren't comfortable with the strange, tan object that stopped and sat down, and they started moving away. There next time they stopped the buck was at 430 yards and I let the trusty weatherby bark.
The buck stumbled and looked weak in the legs, but I racked another round and sent it. Both bullets found their mark and the buck was down.
With the light quickly fading, I ran straight to the buck. I've lost a few things in the desert after the sun went down, and I didn't want to lose this deer in the vast sea of grass he was laying in.
I propped my rifle up with the buck's antlers because I knew I had to get to my pack and back to the deer before sunset or it might all be gone. So I ran... to my pack and back. The light had faded, but I managed to find my rifle standing tall above the grass. Below it lied a tall tined buck, and I couldn't have been more happy.
As we all know, when the animal is down, the work begins. I kind of lost track of time, and didn't realize how far I'd walked. So when I looked at the gas, I was surprised to find I was just under 3 miles from the truck, but only 3/4 of a mile from the nearest road, but that route took me further away from the truck. It was 730pm, I had a dead buck I needed to pack 3/4 of a mile, 3.5 miles of road to walk back to the truck, then a 90 minute drive back home. Good thing I needed to be to work early the next morning.
I packed all 4 quarters, head, and cape to the road, and made it home before midnight.
This Kifaru got a heck of a workout over the last 2 months.
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And just like that I'd filled the last of my 4 tags on my 2017 Idaho to-do list. What an amazing season it was. When I chose to move here, I never imagined I'd have a season like this. It's been incredible, and I'm extremely grateful.