As I said, this hunt didn't turn out the way I would have wanted it to, but it happened the way it did. I made a few mistakes, learned a few lessons, but we got it done.
With November arriving, so too came my wife's controlled hunt season. I spent countless hours over the summer walking around the desert trying to learn as much as possible. I did spend some time actually looking for nicer bucks and managed to turn a few up, and I couldn't wait for November to roll around and get after some rutting muleys with my wife and kids.
I planned to hunt weekends and only take a few days of leave the week of Thanksgiving. Since my in-laws came to visit us last week, we weren't able to hunt until Sunday, and since we were bringing both of our kids with us, we ran a little behind that morning. We didn't get out there until just before 11.
It didn't take me long to find some deer.... 5.2 miles away.
I counted 35 little brown dots moving around up there, and I was sure there would be more. I even saw a buck decent enough to actually tell it was a buck.
I'm sure there were deer closer to us in the sagebrush, but I'm not a huge fan of hunting deer I can't see. So we packed the kids back into the truck and headed up hill to play around in the snow.
For me there's just something I absolutely love about hunting animals, especially deer, in wide open grass lands. So when I saw they were up in the grass, my heart fluttered with a bit of excitement. We quickly found one of the groups of deer, and it had 2 bucks in it. A small raghorn, and a very large buck I only got a short glimpse of. The little guy laid down up high, and I lost the big buck after he dropped down into the drainage. He was really nice.
So we loaded up the kiddos and started making our move.
Both kids actually behaved pretty well and seemed to enjoy the first stalk. The weather was chilly, but the sun was just strong enough to keep them warm. My daughter was wrapped in a few jackets inside my pack, and my son absorbed all of the excess heat from my chest. Later on in the day I could tell his feet were getting cold, which kind of bothered him, but he did really well considering the conditions.
As we began to crest the ridge where the deer were bedded, I told my wife to take one step at a time and take extra time to glass all of the new terrain she could see each time. Not surprising to me, the big buck was bedded on the opposite side of the drainage from the rest of the deer, which put him only 60-80 yards away from us when we got to the top of the ridge. As soon as I saw the tips of his rack, he bolted. He ran to the bottom of the drainage and around the corner out of sight before my wife even knew he was there. It happened extremely fast, and there was no looking back from him.
The rest of the deer simply stood up and walked a few yards up hill and into clear sight. I asked my wife if she wanted to shoot the smaller buck, and not being picky at all, she said yes. The deer stopped at just under 200 yards, and she laid prone to take the shot as I moved back to keep the kids away from the muzzle blast. I don't know what happened, or how she did it, but she missed the layup. She must have hit some brush right in front of her, because I have no clue where the shot went.
After the miss, the deer moseyed off and drop off the ridgeline and out of sight. It might sound bad for me to say this, but I honestly was a little glad she missed. I didn't want it to be over so soon. I wanted to do some more hunting.
We walked toward where we watched the deer disappear to check a few small drainages and circle back to the truck. There were still a lot of deer further up the ridgeline, and there was a road on top of the ridge so we decided to drive around and get above the herd.
The drive also rewarmed the kiddos, and got them just enough motivation to put up with is dragging them along for another walkabout. Since there were deer basically everywhere, we had a tough time moving around to get into a spot which gave us a good vantage point. Eventually I accepted the fact we weren't going to get to a 'spot' and I just had to glass and wait.
I spent nearly an hour searching every nook and cranny for a big buck laying down. After a minutes of looking I found this buck.
Since there was no rush I kept searching the rest of the area, and didn't even tell my wife I'd seen the buck for three reasons; I didn't want to get her excited, I was tired, and I also didn't want to miss a big buck bedded within my view.
When I decided he was the biggest buck, I set the spotting scope on the buck and told my wife I found one. Before she even looked through the spotter, she was noticeably excited. And as soon as she saw the buck, I could see the effects of the cold and adrenaline starting to run their course.
We moved as close as we could, and I talked her through the shot. I made sure she was stable and had her do a few dry fires. She seemed just fine so I had her load a round and reconfirmed the distance. The buck was still bedded and I knew she could make the shot; she'd done it plenty of times before during practice.
So when she fired the first round and sailed it WAY over the buck's back, I was completely baffled. What the heck? How'd she miss two easy shots? After discussing what happened with my wife, I realized she didn't have the scope on the right magnification and her hold over was WAY too much. (I'm still not sure how she missed the first buck)
Luckily, the buck was distracted by an attractive doe that walked past him, and he slowly got up and followed her. These deer most not have too many run-ins with people, because they didn't seem to care to much about the gunshot or our kids making a ton of noise.
The buck was basically in the same spot as the first shot, so I coached her through the shot and made sure everything was setup correctly this time. Since the buck was quartered away to the right and the wind was blowing left to right, I told her to aim mid body and let 'er rip. Finally... A shot found it's mark... Or so I thought.
The buck hunched, ate that round and turned left. I told my wife to wait and put one in his arm pit, she let it rip immediately, but he hadn't turned enough. She hit him exactly where she was aiming, but the shot didn't appear to go into the chest cavity. She broke his shoulder, which motivated him to move further away from us.
The next time the buck stopped and gave us another shot opportunity he was further than what I was comfortable letting my wife shoot, but I gave her the right wind and elevation and she sent another round. The bullet hit the buck in the hind quarters, but he barely even flinched.
We sat and watched for a few minutes hoping he'd tip over, but he didn't. Eventually, he started slowly walking back downhill closer to us. He stopped again near the same place he was hit the first 2 times, so my wife shot at him again but missed twice. I'm pretty sure she was just cold and pumped with adrenaline at this point. She had spent almost 20 minutes laying behind the rifle and was dressed for hiking... Not laying on wet and cold snow.
At this point we only had one round left, and I asked if she thought she could make the shot or not. After rewarming her hands, gaining her composure again, and waiting for the buck to turn broadside, she sent the last round. It hit him just in front of the shoulder and the buck slowly stumbled down into the drainage below us. He stopped and stood on the edge for a few minutes before slowly walking out of sight.
I could not believe the buck took 4 rounds and didn't fall over. To say I was confused and baffled would be an understatement. I looked at my wife and didn't know what to say. It didn't look good.
I had my wife take the kids back up to the truck to warm up while I went down to see if I could find the buck.
Well I found the buck, but he was still alive. He looked really rough, but he was still alive.
I watched him for over an hour and 4 or 5 times I thought for sure he was going to stiffen up and die, but he never did. As light was almost entirely gone, he stood up! He stood for around 5 minutes before he began stumbling, falling and eventually regaining enough footing to walk off into the darkness.
He was one tough animal. I couldn't believe it. I regretted not bringing all of my ammo with us. All we needed was one more round.
I'm sure all of the hot does being chased by young bucks helped motivate the deer to stay alive.
It was a rough drive home, and a fitful night of sleep. I hated it, but I had to go to work in the morning, and couldn't get back out there until the afternoon. I was hopeful that he just walked to the next drainage and laid down again, and hopefully died.