- Sep 28, 2015
This picture sums up our backcountry mule deer hunt perfectly. The success, pain, joy, excitement, struggle, accomplishment, preparation, and memories are all captured in this picture. The country was amazing and the experience was unforgettable. Five and a half miles from the truck felt like fifty and at times seemingly impossible with an overloaded pack. The weather was perfect and a few bucks were there for the taking. The time we had prior to opening day was crucial in us being successful on two deer. Scouting time allowed us to find bucks and set a game plan for the hunt. I was able to harvest my buck on opening day in a basin we had been watching several bucks in. I laid over the cliffs with the buck below me and made a perfect shot. The buck reared up with a thud and collapsed. I prepared and anticipated for this hunt for months and it ended quick. Researching the unit maps, finding routes, campsites, glassing points, talking to people, and finding articles consumed a lot of time and it came together in a split second. I was conscious of every ounce I put in my pack and weighed absolutely everything trying to cut every ounce possible. I packed and re packed my hunting setup several times the week before we left. I packed my food according to days and had each day in a separate bag. I took one Mountain House per day and then miscellaneous sandwiches and snacks on top of that. I felt like I had to much cloths and not enough food. We treated water from a stream and added flavor packets for a little extra something. This trip was one of the most physically and mentally challenging things I have done. We didn't kill the monster bucks were after and had high hopes in finding. That didn't matter once we made it back to the truck and took our packs off and straightened our backs.