GLEDEASY
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My brother and I were both able to draw CO second season mule deer tags this year. With little kids at home we missed the opener so we could go trick or treating with them, but we were off the next morning for our 7ish hour drive. We planned on staying through the whole season and my cousin was traveling out to stay for a length of time as well. Neither of us felt the need to harvest anything, hoping that we might just come across something special.
We arrived just in time to go out for a quick look that evening and saw our first buck of the trip. The next morning we were off with lots of anticipation and excitement. The deer hunt quickly turned into a shed hunt as we seemed to be finding elk sheds everywhere. We found about 10 total that day (nothing big) and left the majority on the mountain. The next few days came and went quickly. We were learning new country and having opportunities at decent bucks along the way as we battled rain and fog.
The moment was building as mid week approached. The day just felt like something was going to happen. My brother quickly spotted a couple of nice bucks and we set off to execute the game plan. Moments later my cousin and I heard a gunshot that we knew was from my brother. As quickly as things escalated they deescalated even quicker as the buck made it unscathed. The weather warmed and the sightings of decent bucks lessened.
By the end of the week my cousin had left and I think my brother and I were feeling the results of hunting a full week. Friday morning we ventured to a new area. As we were hiking I realized I did not have my water. No way were we going to be able spend the day without it. I hurried back to the vehicle and then back up to my brother. The delay in forgetting my water ended up being a blessing in disguise. As we were about to go our way up the mountain I noticed a buck to our left (which we would have missed without the delay). A quick look determined he was a decent 4 point appearing to have some extra stuff going on. I decided to take the shot and the rest is history.
CO is quite a neat place, especially with deer hunting, and we hope to be back soon.
We arrived just in time to go out for a quick look that evening and saw our first buck of the trip. The next morning we were off with lots of anticipation and excitement. The deer hunt quickly turned into a shed hunt as we seemed to be finding elk sheds everywhere. We found about 10 total that day (nothing big) and left the majority on the mountain. The next few days came and went quickly. We were learning new country and having opportunities at decent bucks along the way as we battled rain and fog.
The moment was building as mid week approached. The day just felt like something was going to happen. My brother quickly spotted a couple of nice bucks and we set off to execute the game plan. Moments later my cousin and I heard a gunshot that we knew was from my brother. As quickly as things escalated they deescalated even quicker as the buck made it unscathed. The weather warmed and the sightings of decent bucks lessened.
By the end of the week my cousin had left and I think my brother and I were feeling the results of hunting a full week. Friday morning we ventured to a new area. As we were hiking I realized I did not have my water. No way were we going to be able spend the day without it. I hurried back to the vehicle and then back up to my brother. The delay in forgetting my water ended up being a blessing in disguise. As we were about to go our way up the mountain I noticed a buck to our left (which we would have missed without the delay). A quick look determined he was a decent 4 point appearing to have some extra stuff going on. I decided to take the shot and the rest is history.
CO is quite a neat place, especially with deer hunting, and we hope to be back soon.
