As my dad and I were having our morning coffee, I told him I was climbing the ridge that morning with the intention to be within a couple hundred yards of where I had bedded the deer. If I saw a deer in that spot I was shooting.
It took quite a bit more time to even get to the ridge than I estimated, so I was a little behind schedule, but the wind was even more in my favor than I expected. I figured I would have until 730 before they left that spot, and I was 200 yards away at 710. However, the bedding spot was not visible from my location, as it appeared to be a small bench just over a steep lip on a rounded protrusion.
I dropped my pack, extended my bipod to kneeling height to account for the tall sage, and eased my way forward. This was going to be a way closer encounter than I was hoping, assuming the deer were still there.
I was circling towards and up, looking mostly to my left, when I caught movement in my peripheral in front. There was a buck barely 30 yards away looking in my direction. Only the top half of him was visible.
Without much thinking, I lifted my rifle and shot off hand. The buck disappeared for a second, then I saw a couple bounces and disappeared over the ridge. I bolted downhill to try to keep eyes on him, and after a few seconds saw two bucks staring at me from the bench, only neck up visible. Thinking of a follow up, Which one did I shoot???
They didn't give me any more time than that before dumping over the edge. Once again, I sprinted ( as best as possible on a sage covered slope ) down the 50 yards to keep eyes on them. Upon hitting the lip, where other than a couple small aspen stands there isnt much for hundreds of yards, the deer were already seemingly gone. Shit.
I check a few other views and turn up nothing, so I guess I try to find some blood. Maybe chasing hadn't been a great idea? As I turn back up the hill, I immediately see a dead deer 50 yards above me.
Huh...
Apparently, this forky had decided to climb the ridge and join the other two deer bedded up here after I left last night, as this was one of the deer in the big group. Maybe my plan was a bit aggressive. Tag filled though, time to pack him off the mountain.
Yeah, almost forgot that Nalgene up there. It had been filled with iced tea, which was appreciated.
I jumped the split beam buck I was looking for and his buddy in the aspen patch a couple hundred yards downhill.
It took about an hour to get him back to the truck. I was pleased to not try to hurt myself during that time.
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