PLAN B
I headed to my other spot Saturday evening and stopped by to see some new friends from California that got a nice buck opening day. It was some awesome conversation and went over some ideas and plans for the next few days to help them out a little bit.
I made it to the trailhead around 11pm I believe and set up my sleeping arrangements real quick and was out for the night. I woke up to a 4 wheeler or side by side and thought that was strange and my alarm should have gone off already.
Turned over to see 4am on my phone. DANG, how deep are they going? I woke up about 30 minutes before first light as the whole hike I planned to do usually held a fair amount of deer.
Every ridge I came over, nothing. Not even a doe. I keep hiking and make it about half way up the ridge when I finally see the first doe of the morning in a spot I know well and where I expected them to be. I pan around and pick up four bull elk about 800 yards away. At that point I had an elk tag for about a week and change later. Figured I would watch them for a bit and see if they fed back to where I had seen bulls go in previous years.
Then they spooked. There is no way they saw me, I am making this hike harder by hiking off the side of the ridge. I look up about 300 yards in front of me and see two pumkins standing there with their 6’ tall tripod. Right out on the 2nd most visible point in this area. It also explains why the deer never worked out of the aspens this morning close by.
I ended up hiking by them and talked to them for a minute. They were nice guys, just got there that morning. Asked if they had seen anything and they said a few does working into the trees at first light. They definitely got busted because the deer in that area feed out at first light, not back into the trees.
I covered another 1000 vertical feet or so and got up to the highest glassing point vantage that I have spent many hours on. I check the does on the snowy face and there are six of them. No bucks but I picked apart every tree skirt and gap I could find. Panned around to check my second most frequently deer sighting spot and there is another ten deer. 2 forkies. WTF! Where are the bucks, it is mid November and I am a couple hours into my second morning and have now glassed up over 200 deer. Only one “mature” buck on the private on day one. Probably 3.5 years old.
Lots of 1.5 year old deer around with their little forks but that’s about it for antlers. I know nw Colorado had a lot of winter die off but this area wasn’t hit hard and almost every doe has one or two fawns. Either the later dates have really done some damage to this area or I was having the roughest deer year I have ever had in this unit.
I don’t have many pictures. I spent hours picking apart aspens and dark timber. The other guys lefts around 9 am. I see one other guy across the drainage. Around 11am I was pondering different ideas and where I could go next. Which areas should I go to? This area has sheep run through it heavily in the summer and depending on where the sheep/dogs have been lately this will drastically alter the deer hunting. Usually I have intel on the sheep but didn’t get any this year.
I talked to a friend that was trying to help a new hunter find and elk. Gave them some spots to check out and then asked about deer. He had hunted with his nephew the season before. They never saw a mature deer and ended up shooting a forky. He said some elk hunting friends had bumped a couple big bucks in another spot. And than was pretty close to where the California guys got their buck.
This other spot is a rough one. It starts out with a river crossing and then about an 80 foot face that is close to vertical. Trekking poles and very close, careful steps are required.
I made the decision to bail out of here, meet my friend and grab a pair of waders because I didn’t bring mine. With a 3 day max hunt I wasn’t planning on heading into this spot because it can be a rough one. And I had to be ready to go to work at 6am on Tuesday.
I cleared that face and started glassing. I instantly picked up some does way above me. They ranged at about 500 yards angle compensated but it was steep so seemed a lot further. I sat down with my tripod and glassed. A big forky and a bunch of does.
I decided that I just got here and wasn’t going to shoot a forky till Monday. I jumped from ridge to ridge and glassed. I kept picking up does and no bucks. Then I got thrown for a minute when I glassed up two different guys on their phones in green thirsts. One laying under a bush about 300 yards from me and the other was on the ridge above me skylined.


I decided that I didn’t want to be in a shooting gallery and go up the canyon between them. So I jumped to the next ridge over.
I come over the ridge and out of the corner of my eye I see a fawn move through some junipers. I step back when she clears and move quickly to the next clearing I can see. Doe, doe… scope caps open and shooting sticks out… fawn, doe, I pick my head up. Giant buck, by the time I settle on my cross hairs he is lip curling and chases the doe off behind the bush. A game of cat and mouse ensued for the next minute or two and then they just vanished.
I decided that since sunset was soon I would jump to the other side of the ravine and glass this whole hillside till they came out to feed and they would be within 300 yards. It also gave me more terrain to glass for the evening.
Again, no photos because I didn’t take my eyes off the binos. I was on a mission to find an antler tip or a different buck bedded under a juniper somewhere. Picked up 7 different groups of does with no visible bucks.
Just before sunset the does finally started to move. I keep checking each group to see if a buck has appeared. The furthest of the 7 groups I’m focusing on is 800 yards away. It is about ten minutes left till last light and a group of does crest the ridge 250 yards uphill from me.
I set my rifle up on the tripod and set the binos on the rifle now that my bino mount is pulled. And then my dreams come true. A nice buck, nothing amazing but nice. Looks 3x3 from head on. I am losing sight of the does working down and don’t want to miss the opportunity on this buck. It’s about 3 minutes to last light. I line up, 250ish yards. The deer is walking down hill and quartering hard to me. I decide I will lose a little meat and punch the front shoulder because I hate trying to follow a blood trail at night. Boom…whoomf.