This year started out with high hopes of drawing some limited entry buck tags for a late hunt in NW Wyoming, but our dreams of hunting stinky fat necked muleys in the foothills were put on hold for another year after we saw we were unsuccessful in the draw.
We decided to go ahead and buy some left over licenses and just hunt general season. We crossed our fingers that snow would come early and the deer migration from the high country would come early.
Unfortunately the weather didn't cooperate for us and we were greeted with 8,000 ft snow level and highs in the mid forties in camp. We spent several days in the high country, most of it while getting rained on. With not one buck spotted and only a handful of does we decided we were going to have to change plans and hunt local deer.
The hunting was very slow. I was staying with a buddy who is a taxidermist and not many deer were being brought in.
We were finally able to connect with a couple of bucks, mine was killed on the last night there in some gorgeous but rugged country, a long ways in.
