Just got back from hunting 43 for 7 days. It was a real mess this year for me. I was lucky enough to see a few bucks. My father, who kept up with me in the woods almost all days and performed excellently, didn't even get to see but one spike in a group in 7 days.
The storm had it's usual effect and all of my migration route hunt areas were thin. There also appeared to be a higher than usual amount of hunters doing road hunting and I actually saw a handful out in the woods.
I was stalking a buck I had spotted over a ridge to my east, and backed out to get within shooting range. I had just set myself up for an ambush on him and a hunter, who had seen me and that I had seen earlier about 1/4 mile behind me and slightly to the west, came from behind me (on a ridge just below me) and shot just past me at the buck I was scoping to get a good shot lined up. The hunter just shot as soon as he saw it and had to have known I was after it. I want to believe that this was a rare situation where good sportsmanship failed but something tells me that I should have expected it. I'm pretty sure it was another non-resident hunter. Not a pleasant experience to say the least. He missed and I got flustered and lost my chance to shoot.
The other buck I spotted in the same area just plain caught me in the fog after that rain and the others beat me physically on the steep terrain. The opportunities were extremely rare and I felt lucky to have even seen horns.
I love Idaho, and just about every resident I have ever met has been an absolute pleasure to meet and talk with (including those of you on this board) and even the fish and game officers have been fantastic but I'm going to have to take a break from Idaho for a few years and re-evaluate the state as a place for me to hunt deer. I wish I could move there to have a decent chance at some of the controlled units and really enjoy the land, but I just can't break away from my commitments here in Cali.
-Dave