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Monday, October 13, 2008

Jerry's Mule deer buck.


Jerry and Dustin.

Well, opening day has come and gone and it was a good one! I spotted this buck at daylight along with about 12 others, but Jerry wanted this guy. It took us about 3 hours to work into a position across the canyon from him. We closed the distance to 505 yards and Jerry decided it was a little out of range for his gun. I handed him mine, dialed the scope up and took to the spotting scope. I had the buck in Jerry’s spotting scope and never even heard him tell me he was about to shoot. I think I saw the bullet hit his ribs about the time I heard the report of the rifle. This old boy turned downhill and went about 100 yards before piling up on the hillside. We thought that was the end of it………….but mule deer hunting always has to be a little more dramatic than that! He gave it one last kick and tumbled about 300 yards through rocks, brush and trees before he landed in the creek at the bottom of the canyon. Jerry was a nervous wreck, he thought he finally shot the buck he had been salivating over, and watched him get all busted up. Well, all turned out well, the buck was fine (unless you consider he was dead!). It took us about 4 hours to quarter, cape and pack him out……..but the big ones always do!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Welcome to the club Jerry!
Dustin


2 comments:

Tom Sorenson said...

Beautiful buck! Congrats to the man. This in Southern Idaho? Having a hard time placing the country.

Robert Millage said...

North Central Idaho, 11a draw tag. Mostly private ground so access is limited, and hunting is tough in big steep canyons.