Well I haven't seen much posted on the high hunt yet so I thought I'd share mine.
I took the opener off of work to hunt with my son. We really debated on whether or not to do this hunt but figured we might as well just do opening day to see what we could find before the hoards ran everything out. We arrived where we wanted to park and started our hike about 3 hours before shooting time. We made quick work of that time and came into the basin we wanted to hunt right on time. (Homefield advantage!) I wanted to drop into the timber a couple hundred yards and work our way out side-hilling across the basin. My plan was to split apart to cover more ground but the dad in me was not having it! It's steep, rugged country and I wouldn't be able to do anything but worry if I couldn't keep an eye on him.
After moving across several washes I was becoming more concerned with our safety than I was with hunting. Several of the washes were VERY steep and if a guy lost footing he could slide or tumble a long ways. With this fear I spent more time watching my boy than I did the hillsides. My fears came true when he lost traction and started a pretty good slide down the rock/shale face. I was thankful when he stopped and proud of the way he protected his gun. It cost him a fair amount of skin and blood but the dirt clogged the wounds up quite nicely!
We gathered ourselves back up and continued on. The last wash we needed to cross was sketchy at best so after I crossed it I instructed my son to stay on that side and hunt back up to the ridge and I'd do the same from my side. Just about as soon as he disappeared I jumped what looked like a decent buck from his bed about 40 yds away. He went straight downhill and was gone. Figuring I had nothing to lose I decided to follow him a hundred yds or so to see if I could catch another glimpse of him. After sliding, clawing my way down I got to my feet, stood up to see him staring at me about 50 yds away. Thinking he was going to bolt I through my rifle up to get a better look. Couple inches wider than his ears, and at least a 3x3 with eyeguards was my first thought. Not big enough for an instant decision so I moved 10' to my left to get a better angle. Nope. still can't tell. 10' to my right and... nope. Still can't tell. Ugh. Good buck but really? Opening day of a hunt I never do...
And then it happened. He head bobbed. You know, the "I'm about to leap into the next county" head bob. Instinct went into overdrive. Safety off.... line up cross hairs one inch under chin and.... KERBOOM! Clean miss!
Again, same aim, and KERBOOM! Clean miss.
HMPH! Still staring at me. 10' to the left again. Ahh! Spine! KERBOOM! Thud, crash, boom, whack, thud. Tumble, tumble. Well that did it. As soon as he dropped I knew he was done and that feeling we all know came rushing over me. NOOOOOOOO!!!!! WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!!!! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!! I'M AN IDIOT!!!!
Well, no use crying over spilt blood so before checking him out I headed up to make sure my son went around the wash above before trying to find me. We met about halfway and went for our packs. He was a lot more excited than I was. All I could think about was flies, hornets, sweat, pain, blah blah blah.
We arrived at the buck and he was about exactly what I thought. 4x3 with eyeguards, almost 20" wide. Good buck, but I've killed lots of good bucks. The boy was thrilled however. We took a couple pics, boned him out, and headed up out of the basin.
I'm still second guessing my decision to shoot. Good buck and great times with my son so I guess all together I'm glad I did. I think.
I'll let the good people of HW to decide for themselves if I did the right thing.