Shortly after watching the two forks fight, I spotted a really good buck heading into some aspens almost a mile away. I hunted for another hour or so, but with the heat everything was bedding pretty quickly.
Even though it was only a mile, I had to practically drive out to town to come in a different drainage, so I filled up with gas and brunch.
It was awkward to wait, but I knew I couldn't go set up over this spot until the sun had gone down enough for the thermals to switch. I was finally in there around 415 and could see two other bucks had passed through and were feeding on private. They both looked like 2.5 year olds, so I probably wouldn't have passed at this point, but my hopes were high the big one just hadn't come out yet.
Around 445, a doe, fawn and possibly not even legal buck all passed by me, which was fun. That was the end of it, though
This morning I decided to go to the same spot. Before I even left my truck and well before shooting light, I could see a forky skylined within shooting distance along with a dozen does. That was fun.
I was in place by 615 and by 645 over a dozen does were feeding my way. About 700, I spotted a good buck heading right for me as he passed behind a pine obstructing my view.
The wind was just barely in my favor, but at some point unexpected gusts took my scent to them. I could tell the does were agitated and never saw the buck again.
I've since climbed a couple miles through aspens. Jumped one deer that somehow never let me see it. Sitting on a peak taking a break before working through a different section.
Feeling a bit beat down. When I have a good idea what to do, things are great, but I only have an hour in the morning, and I have no real game plan atm. Pretty sure this morning's spot is toast.