On Friday morning John, the boys and I all had visions of sleeping till dawn, getting a leisurely breakfast at the diner and rolling down to road to hunt out of our mobile blinds like nearly every other hunter.
Randy on the other hand apparently felt like we had deer to kill and TV to produce. so he suggested we wake at an obscene hour and be 30 miles ahead of the competition before legal shooting light.
The first tinges of light revealed plenty of deer along the road on private land. John was riding with Randy and Michael ahead of the boys and I. Randy told me later that John was affirming his high standards of the size of buck he was holding out for by stating, "I'd shoot that one!", with each buck we passed.
Legal light, a parcel of public land and some nice bucks heading off of private to bedding cover on public, intersected nicely. We pulled off the road, set up the spotters and tried to plan a stalk. Two whitetail bucks that were in an area John could easily navigate in, headed up across the road into a steep timbered draw. Several mule deer does and a nice framed buck were already in the draw.
In order to bypass a small piece of private land bordering the road, the stalk required side hilling up and around several side ravines. John's bone on bone knees and the steep terrain helped him make the decision to defer this stalk to younger legs that still had cartilage on their kneecaps.
He didn't need to urge us twice to go after the bucks. It was Timothy's turn for first shot this morning. Randy grabbed my camera and followed after the boys and I. We made a great stalk and set up where we could watch the area we thought the mule deer had bedded in. Unfortunately, the deer had moved out of the area while we were coming in. The whitetails had also passed through and were nowhere to be found.
No worries, we had the rest of the day and plenty of country to explore. Off to the next spot!