I can't believe I forgot to post this hunt
My coues deer hunt was about as short as it could have been. Opening morning I hiked up a fairly large hillside that I thought would give me a good vantage point.... But I was very very wrong. I couldn't see nearly as well I had hoped. I didn't see any deer, but heard several gunshots on the valleys below me. I watched several different groups of hunters glassing from the bottom of the valleys and then attempting some stalks.

I learned real quick that getting up high wasn't the recipe for success in this specific spot.

So I hiked down the mountain midday and relocated to a spot with a good mix of mahogany and oak scrub and less juniper. I found a group of bucks almost immediately. These were the first coues deer I'd ever seen in the mountains. They looked like they were a long ways away through my 15 power binoculars, but when I looked up the hill to get a reference, I realized they weren't all that far away. I thought they were closer to a mile away, but when I ranged them they were only 800 yards away! Damn... Coues deer are TINY!
I only needed to move a few hundred yards to get within range. Fortunately the terrain allowed for an easy approach with plenty of cover. I was able to setup above the deer about 250 yards away. None of the bucks were mature enough to be anything I wanted to shoot, but I figured there might be a bigger one somewhere in the brush. So I waited and watched.
After about 45 minutes I was fairly certain there wasn't a larger buck in the immediate area, so I just watched the 6 bucks that were in front of me. Then... Out of nowhere... BOOOM!! A shot rang out and one of the smaller bucks in the group rolled down the hillside.
Then I heard a conversation from the 'lucky' hunters.
"Dang dude. You shot the wrong one."
"What, really?"
"Yeah, man. Great shot, but you killed the wrong buck"
Through my complete surprise (almost shock from having a rifle go off so close without knowing it was about to happen) I managed to laugh a little.
I guess I could've been upset, or angry that someone would stalk the same deer I did and shoot them out from under me, but I wasn't going to shoot any of them anyways. So I was actually happy for them. (A little surprised they didn't see me, but still happy for them.)
I hiked off the hill and managed to glass several other groups of deer as the light was fading. I knew where I was going to be at sunrise.
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Day 2.
I parked my truck at the end of the road and hiked 400 yards to my glassing spot. The valley was full of mature oak trees that had recently dropped their acorns. The valley floor was covered in deer sign.
I spotted somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 deer, spread across about a mile of hillside. There were a few small bucks, but nothing that excited me. It wasn't until about 830 that I finally spotted a buck that actually looked big. After closer inspection through the spotting scope I determined he was easily mature enough, and definitely a buck I was interested in. Only problem was that he was 1200 yards away and moving into a thick, steep north-facing hillside. I didn't have much time to cut him off.

(My apologies for the low quality, handheld phone/spotter picture.

I need to get a real digiscope setup)
He wasn't the only nice buck in the group, so I felt like my chances of finding a nice one were pretty good.
Of course, by the time I made the climb and got into an overwatch position, the deer had already made it into the thick trees. I could hear them moving around, but the was no way I could see them from my vantage point.
I glassed as hard as possible hoping to find the buck in the shadows, but it was impossible to see through the oak canopy.
After looking for about an hour, a random buck stood up on the opposite side of the drainage. He was wide, had good mass, but his tines were almost completely broken off. I looked at him for about a minute before convincing myself he was mature enough.
So I took the shot...
And just like that, my first coues hunt was over. Since the rut was so far away it didn't make sense that his antlers were so broken up. After closer inspection of the buck, I found that he had bite marks and scars on his hind legs, his entire back was bruised, he had portions of scar tissue and fur under his hide on his hips. It was pretty obvious to me that he had to have gotten into a tangle with a predator of some kind, most likely a large cat, and he most likely fell a decent distance and got away. He's an awesome buck, it's too bad I blew a gigantic hole in his cape

. Guess I'll need to go back to shoot one for the wall.
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As far as my overall thoughts of the hunt go, I really can't wait to go back! It was great to be able to save some vacation time, but retrospectively, I wouldn't have minded spending a few more days down there. I have a lot to learn about these mini whitetails. They sure are neat!
Now I have more time to help my buddies hunt OTC deer and chase javelina later this month.
Next hunt is the 4th annual Hualapai Bow Bash. Covid is gonna make it a little more interesting, but we'll all be there. We even made t-shirts!
