In all respects I got lucky on this buck. I didn't put much time into the hunt. I made three trips over. Friday afternoon I drove in from Oregon and headed up the mountain. With just a few hours of day light I thought I should get up away from the road. I climbed for two hours and only saw a few does. I headed back down a ridge towards the main road and jumped a group of does about 15 strong. I couldn't believe there was no buck with them. About two hundred yards farther down the ridge I jumped a group of deer that had a buck in it. They were doing Mach 5 when I found him in the scope. He was passing a doe, so I waited till he cleared and let one fly. I could tell he was hit. There was some crunchy snow on top so I figured I could find his tracks easy enough. I took my time and followed the direction they ran towards. Not 50 yards from where I had hit him, he jumped up and one front wheel was not working. So I took aim and let another one go. Nope, had a miss fire, cranked in another one and moved forward as he was headed down a steep and mostly open hill side. As I approached the does were all standing out at 300 yards, and looking back up the hill. He showed up by the does and was moving pretty well. I put my pack down for a rest. At about 350 I give him another one and I heard the hit. He went out of sight soon after the shot. I loaded up quickly and pushed down towards where I had last seen him. I was worried about having a wounded deer with not much day light left. After a 400 yard run, I had just slowed down and started to look for sign when he jumped up and took off down the hill. One more shot and he was down for good. Not to drag on too long, I boned him out with my heavy duty 2 D cell mag light that had brand new batteries. About two thirds the way done it went out. So out came the trusty IPhone. After finishing, loading up and heading down the hill, with 120 pounds on my back, it ran out of battery. So with the GPS screen for light I hung the meat in a tree and took the head and my gun to the truck. a mile and a half later I was at the truck only to realize that the keys to the truck was in the pack. So back up the hill, retrieved the pack and made it home by midnight. I came to the conclusion that this will be my second to last buck. I have 17 Utah points or it would have been my last one. I have shot many nice bucks. I will follow my six sons around and watch them. The Mule Deer Gods have been good to me.
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