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I spent the first three days just walking up closed logging roads until I found a good spot to sit and glass. I kept seeing lots of does, but no bucks until the third day when I was headed back to my pickup. I ended up jumping three deer, one of which was a smallish 2x3. I shot the buck, gutted it, and drug it over to the main road, then went and got my pickup.
When I got to my pickup, Kyle, another guy in our group was there waiting for me. He had shot (the first time he ever shot at a deer) at one the night before right before dark, but thought that he missed. After I told him that deer don't always just fall over dead, he spent all night thinking about it. Well, that morning he went back to where he had the shot and started looking around until he found his buck, dead about 100 yards from where it was standing when he shot.
He had gutted his buck, a nice little 4x6 nontypical, and then come to get me to show him how to cut it up and help pack it out. So we took my buck back to camp and just hung it from the meat pole while we went and got his deer. His buck was about a mile from the main road so I showed him how to skin it on the ground and then quartered it and loaded up our packs. He carried the front quarters and head, and I carried the rear quarters, backstraps, and the rest of the trimmings from the neck and ribcage.
I had a lot more fun packing out his deer and congratulating him on his first kill than I did with the little buck that I shot, and all in all it was a fun hunt.