The weather is the most exciting thing about this story...after hunting day 1 in 60+ degree weather and not seeing much, we headed out on day 2 into a different direction and different temps at 30 degrees. Alot more rut action in the cold...after seeing multiple bucks we spotted a real nice buck and after a 4 hour stalk my buddy killed it, 24 inches nice long tines (I dont have a pic sorry). After packing that buck out we took a goat trail of a road through BLM and started parallelling a large ravine. We stopped at one point and hiked over to check it out. Wind was blowing and real cold...big storm blowing in and starting to spit snow. there were some does across the ravine on the hill...after glassing a bit my buddy said hey where did the does go? I was looking around and he said urgently...look down... and this buck was standing there looking up at us. My buddy just said shootshootshootshoot...so I got adjusted to a solid rest the wind was a whipping and shot him about 150yds...I still dont know where he came from...must have been laying down there the whole time and we were looking over the top of him...26 inches wide. After that...snow snow snow and wind...long slow trip across Montana at 45 mph.
