After getting everything wrapped up from Sunday's hunt I finally got everything packed up and ready to go for my ML deer hunt, east of the mountains.
Yesterday it rained pretty hard on my way over, but once I got to Indian John Hill, it was dry. Got the last of my provisions, gassed up, and headed into the hills. I found elk. LOTS of elk. Set up a temporary camp and then went scouting. Saw more elk.
and elk....
Problem was, I was deer hunting, on a meat hunt. All it needed to be was 3 points or better, and in range. Went till dark and no deer, so I went back and broke camp. Went to the next drainage over, to a spot about 10 miles away and set up camp in the dark. (Chair, stove on the tailgate, lantern) Slept in the truck.
Got up about 5:30am. Made breakfast (roastbeef hash & eggs), shared some with the dog, broke camp, caught up on scrabble with the wife on my I-phone, and waited for it to get light enough to see so I could drive over to the spot where I planned to hunt.
About 6:45 I see movement. Pull up the binos, counted 3 points. Didn't have to turn off the truck because I hadn't even started it. Got out when the deer stepped behind a few trees, got a rest, and shot this little guy from about 70 yards away.
Not very high, or wide, but very much legal. We were out of all deer at home, and my wife wanted some, so she got some.
Had to drag it 10 yards, down hill. Certainly not a trophy, but at least we have meat. Picked up 2 big blues on the way out, so Cedar got a little action as well.
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