It was a piece of crap day. I started out in the high country. I hiked almost up to 8,000 feet. No snow, just drizzle and fog. Rian I can handle. THe fog is a bitch. It cleared once in awhile, but then socked in tight. I found three sets of tracks, one of which was a buck and saw one doe. I abandoned the high country to get out of the fog. After wearing out my worn out knees, I tried to rustle up a hill in the unit that wasn't fogged in. I found some country down low. I left the truck and hadn't gone about a 100 yards and I ran intot he biggest buck track of the year. It was from a huge buck. I resisted following him and kept climbing. Then I found them again, this time a little older. I climbed some more and found a set going in the same direction but this one was just before the last rain. I was pretty excited. I got to a spot and I looked up at all the country. I said to myself. Where would I sit if I wanted to see everything so no one could sneak up on me. I found my spot, raised my binos, and there he was. FUNNY. I thought to myself if I can get within 40 yards of him I'll take him just for you guys. You'll see what I am talking about when you see his pic. He was a huge ole buck. I know the country well, so made about a mile circle and exploited the only weak spot where he was at. I closed to within 50 yards and busted a doe. I thought crap. THe doe was below me so wasn't sure how he would respond. I slipped up exposing myself at 40. NO BUCK. I went to where I thought he was and exposed myself there he was about 40 yards below me. I let him walk. Kind of still kicking myself jsut because....you guys would have teased me to the end about sooting him but I would have been proud to get within 40 yards int he sage on an 8 year old buck. Anyway, I continued hunting and saw several more does. I got pics of another buck as well.
