Post by: cipryan on November 13, 2007, 09:53:29 PM
I went back to the high prairie to get the mule doe, and on the way came across a whitetail buck 4 uptop with a massive drop tine. Another blown opportunity, I was sick to my stomach, but had to press on. Started hitting the ridge line looking for muleys and kicked up about 10-12 does and at the back of the pack was a nice looking buck. Does and buck run over next ridge, not spooked to bad. So like a big dumb animal I sprint for the next ridge with the wind in my face, and the group runs up the ridge and the buck stops to check me out, I set up and took a shot at 75 yards. Saw him crumple and get up and run back down the ridge and lost site of him. My buddies came over we checked for blood and saw nothing, so we followed the path of least resistance and went down with one guy on top looking for him in the coulees to see if he gets up. First draw nothing and I pushed him out of his bed about 1200 yards from where I hit him he got up and slowly made his was against a hillside towards the creek bottom. I moved to the top of the hill and took the final shot. This was my first muley, once again a whitetail geek. But now I am undecided. The first shot ended up being a passing liver shot, so I was happy I found him before he move to far, hard to track on the dirt and prairie grass. Not a bad four point. But every single deer and animal I have taken is truely a treasure and I am proud to move amongst these animals.
Five minutes after I loaded up the buck, I took the mule doe at 250 yards. Went into town to show my son and found out that someone had an opening on their land and wanted to get rid of some depreditation does. So we took two more does down on the milk. One of the does, turned out to be a button buck, was wounded real bad, he had a sack filled with blood on his right shoulder and a broken back hip. I don't know how he was still moving but he limped up to me at 40 yards with a spike and doe. So I put it down and could only salvage half the deer the back hip was hamburger, and the front was just gross. Chalk it up to good conservation.
Also got a new truck. So it was a really good week.
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Post by: jackelope on November 14, 2007, 09:20:31 AM
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I don't even like driving 5 hours if all I've got is a weekend.
I used to drive 4 hours to go fishing for the day...no more.
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my rule was i had to be able to fish/hunt/hike/whatever for twice the amount of time it took me to get there...4 hour drive, spend 8 hours fishing, 4 hour drive home.
great story, great pics, thanks for sharing
how do you like your new truck?
Post by: cipryan on November 14, 2007, 10:59:28 AM
Something about my hometown and hunting, a sort of kinship. Growing up in a small town just has different aura about it. I would do the drive all over again, to get back to that simple comfort for two days. The DoD put me on the wrong side of the state.
Post by: missinmt on November 14, 2007, 03:55:04 PM
Post by: LongTatLaw on November 14, 2007, 10:46:26 PM
I hope ur putting that buck on the wall...you know I love Taxidermy and Id put a much smaller oe on the wall.
Since you had such a good weekend...I guess Im not mad that you werent home to help me drag my bear out of the woods. I killed him just a few hundred yards up the hill from where we called in those Bulls that afternoon.
Ill hit ya up when I get back from Wisconsin and we will go get ur bull tag filled!
dave