I did my quick foray to one of my spots in Idaho. My plan was to shoot the first legal buck I saw since I really didn't have time to trophy hunt. Well I couldn't do it on the first couple little snappers I found. Something about shooting a little buck just to fill a tag that just didn't feel right to me. Anyhow I was working up the face of this mountain, and if you have ever been in this part of Idaho, there are two directions, up and down. I was hitting the fog again, like I was cursed or something. Anyhow, I was gaining ground climbing this ridge and almost to the top of a bench and I look up and all I see is bone at thirty feet through a bush. Visibility was to about 40 feet in the fog. I figured he was bedded, but I found out in a minute he wasn't. Anyway, no time for an eval. He lifeted his head up at me looking down his nose over the bush and I stuck a stinger right into his throat. This is the second time I have done this on a buck. The arrow went through something awefully bloody and his spine. He flipped over, did a couple convulsions and bled out right on the spot. I fished him off the mountain a ways until I got into deep brush and the rocks got dangerous. Then went to work cutting him up. I slipped back to the truck, got my frame pack and loaded him up. He was sure a stinky bugger. He had taken a shot to the nose by another buck. You can probably see it in some of the pics. That was a fresh wound. He had an old wound tot he eye that was infected. He also had an old stab to the shoulder that wasn't looking real good. He was definately a fighter. Another old buck.
