Fork'n'Horn
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Hunt for dad and I was frought with problems from the start. Hit a deer with truck at 4 am going up to scout the week ahead of season opening. Cut a tire sidewall out at 7k' opening morning going up to a bowl to check out some deer we had seen previously still up in the high country. Second evening of the hunt I was lucky enough to cut off a big group of does that had a couple decent bucks with them, nothing huge, and was able to get in close enough to kill a 19.5" 3 pt with my traditional muzzleloader. Weather went from 11* mornings to 75* afternoons by the 4th day of the hunt. All the deer activity and runt activity ground to a halt, so we had a tough time trying to find a buck for dad to shoot that wasn't a dinky fork. Had a mysterious front end squeak in the truck for a couple days that we came in to town to get checked twice and were told it was just dust in the brakes. Dad passed on a couple bucks that I figured he should have probably shot the way things were going, but he had high hopes for the last day. We packed up the hotel and checked out, took a run once more through the wildlife area and blm ground, then ran over mid morning to check an area we got a tip about, that a contact of mine had seen a couple big bucks chasing does in, but as our luck would have it, as we got over towards the west side of our hunt area the squeak noise had turned into a 120 decibel shriek of the front driver side wheel bearing leaving the planet. So we grabbed lunch in Chester and took a tow truck ride back home. Had fun getting out to hunt with dad, but man what a frustrating trip overall 
