In July, I made my first scouting trip into the unit and then 2 more in preparation for the opener. As late August rolled around, I had to decide where I was going to hunt. I had narrowed it down two different drainages, which were about 20 miles apart. Location 1: This was a 5.5 mile hike from the trail head to the camp spot. Some of the most incredible high country that I've been in, absolutely beautiful. In an obscure tucked away basin, there were 15 bucks living in it; 2 of which I would be very happy with. Location 2: Not your traditional "high country" location, but very remote and steep country to say the least. 3.2 miles from the truck to camp, very steep and no water. This drainage had a lot of deer, mostly small bucks, but there was one that was different a mountain monarch that are typically only seen in dreams, he was world class, he was "Heavy D". The decision was made and the day before the Archery opener I was camped on a steep ridge with high anticipation for what the next week had in store for me! This hunt will go down in the record books for me, I learned a lot about deer, hunting, and myself. After many ups, downs, close calls, and passing up good bucks for a chance at a great buck, I came off the mountain about 10lbs lighter and with an intact tag in my pocket. But, there was hope! Rifle season was right around the corner and I knew exactly where I was going to be! The week off gave me a chance to spend time with family, recoup and prepare for what was going to be a sure thing, harvesting the buck of a lifetime. It was pouring rain during the back into the remote drainage the day before the rifle opener. The rain lasted all night and into the next day. In the pitch dark of opening day, I was set up on a ridge where I would have a clear view and hopeful cross canyon shot at Heavy D. As grey light came, we burned up that hillside with the spotting scopes trying to find him. An hour into it, I made one of the best spots ever, across the drainage I spotted antler tips sticking above the grass. I watched intensely and when he moved his head, I saw his webbed back fork, Heavy D! What took place over the next 15 minutes will be etched into my mind forever! I was locked on him with a solid rest as he laid in his bed. Then the moment of truth, he stood up. My breathing was under control, rock solid and a gentle squeeze of the trigger...BOOM!