Tallfeller454
Lil-Rokslider
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- May 24, 2017
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Well 2024 tag season was a bust for me so I picked up a decent land owner tag this year in CO. The wife and I drove out in August to scout the unit since it was new to me and found some great bucks including the buck I ended up harvesting.
This was going to be a solo hunt due to all my buddies chasing the bigger louder antlered species in September.
I headed out few days before season in late October to find warm temps when I arrived. Forecast was not looking good for 2nd season. Knowing the bigger deer would be timbered up I began trying to dig out the giant I scouted back in Aug. No luck digging out the giant before season. Opening morning is warm and windy but I dig out the bachelor group with a few good four points including the one end up harvesting. Not willing to pull the trigger yet I passed him. Over the next few days moved to a few other glassing points, and areas hoping to find bigger bucks. 5 days go by with warmer temps and no sitings of the bigger bucks. Just a few old mature 3 points and a narrow buck pictured below.
Thursday morning roles around with warm temps and rain. With the forecast not getting any colder and hunt coming to an end I decide if I find a good four point I'm going take him. I throw on the rain gear, roll out of the tipi, and hike to glassing point. At first lite I glass up some does and a small bull in the sage flat. A few hours go by and I glass down the ridge to see the bachelor group of four points walking away quartered in qaukies. I recognize the small split on one of the bucks left antler. I get the gun set up, and the phone on the spotter for when they step out the other side. A few more minutes go by and they step out of the qaukies at 600 yds. By the time I press record on the phone and get everything settled I range the buck at 632yds and he is broadside. I take a deep breath settle the crosshairs, and press the trigger. I hear the 212 grain bullet hit him hard, he runs over the hill out of site. I air five myself, pack up the yard sale, and head over the hill to find him piled up in a wash at the bottom of the hill. Tag notched means SUCCESS and the work begins. Boned out Muley buck, and rifle on my back I begin the mile and a half hike back to camp.
After a few hours and a nice vertical climb I'm back at camp and I now have the full story of my second CO Muley.
This was going to be a solo hunt due to all my buddies chasing the bigger louder antlered species in September.
I headed out few days before season in late October to find warm temps when I arrived. Forecast was not looking good for 2nd season. Knowing the bigger deer would be timbered up I began trying to dig out the giant I scouted back in Aug. No luck digging out the giant before season. Opening morning is warm and windy but I dig out the bachelor group with a few good four points including the one end up harvesting. Not willing to pull the trigger yet I passed him. Over the next few days moved to a few other glassing points, and areas hoping to find bigger bucks. 5 days go by with warmer temps and no sitings of the bigger bucks. Just a few old mature 3 points and a narrow buck pictured below.
Thursday morning roles around with warm temps and rain. With the forecast not getting any colder and hunt coming to an end I decide if I find a good four point I'm going take him. I throw on the rain gear, roll out of the tipi, and hike to glassing point. At first lite I glass up some does and a small bull in the sage flat. A few hours go by and I glass down the ridge to see the bachelor group of four points walking away quartered in qaukies. I recognize the small split on one of the bucks left antler. I get the gun set up, and the phone on the spotter for when they step out the other side. A few more minutes go by and they step out of the qaukies at 600 yds. By the time I press record on the phone and get everything settled I range the buck at 632yds and he is broadside. I take a deep breath settle the crosshairs, and press the trigger. I hear the 212 grain bullet hit him hard, he runs over the hill out of site. I air five myself, pack up the yard sale, and head over the hill to find him piled up in a wash at the bottom of the hill. Tag notched means SUCCESS and the work begins. Boned out Muley buck, and rifle on my back I begin the mile and a half hike back to camp.
After a few hours and a nice vertical climb I'm back at camp and I now have the full story of my second CO Muley.
