Hunt of a Lifetime

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Edit: This is a multi part post where the elk hunt in post 1 is just to provide contrast and context. It’s not about the elk hunt.

Post 1: This last June I was at a TRCP event when a friend came up and asked me if I drew anything in Idaho. Not expecting the results to be out so soon I hadn’t even looked. I quickly logged in and to my shock I saw “selected” in green font in line with what most consider the best elk unit in Idaho. I was in shock. After over 30 years of applying I had drawn my first premium tag and it was a dandy.

It was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. The hunt consumed my thoughts, time, and training for the entire summer. I made the long trip out to scout the unit twice. On the second trip out on the last scouting day I finally found some bulls worthy of the tag. The hunt finally came and even after showing up a few days early the big bulls proved hard to locate. We eventually pulled the plug and moved to a different area where I had seen more elk but smaller bulls. Ultimately, after some amazing encounters and fun hunting I had a bull down.

As I came up to the bull for the finishing shot my heart sank. The bull I had shot was not the bull of my dreams. He was not a once in a lifetime specimen. He was a lovely 6 point bull but young, and not of the caliber of the unit. The mixture of feelings of reverence and regret I had when processing that bull left me nauseous. This was not what we came for and everyone knew it. What had been envisioned as a moment of joy found instead a tense environment with hard questions we all knew couldn’t be asked yet. It was quiet and solemn. I tried to put on a show of acceptance and gratitude but everyone could see right through it. 2025 was my hunt of a lifetime and I completely blew it. That hunt experience is covered in more detail in this Thread 'Premium Tag Advice/Lessons learned'
https://rokslide.com/forums/threads/premium-tag-advice-lessons-learned.409200/
 
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Post 2: I’m almost embarrassed to admit how long that hunt affected me. So many lessons to obsess over. So many ways it could have and should have gone different. So many decisions to question. That hunt absorbed my seasons hunting plans and all my time off. I didn’t cash in on my archery tag for deer in Oregon so I still had a voucher laying around come November. I was just going to eat the voucher. I had used up my hunting time for the year and then some. However, I had a whitetail doe tag in Joseph still so I logged in just to see if there were any leftover buck tags still available. Sure enough there was a cwd testing emphasis any whitetail muzzleloader tag in the same area as the doe tag. So I cashed in the voucher just in case I got the time. We had set aside just two weekend days to hunt the area for whitetails and our group had 5 whitetail doe tags, so I figured the muzzleloader would probably stay in the case.

I was out that way for a work trip but my dad brought my oldest boy, a 6 year old, with him so he could join us. I had been excited to have him on a hunt where he might actually see something happen. It took a bit of work to get permission and he was a great helper knocking doors. Eventually, we were granted access to an area with good safe shooting lanes and where we could put on a little stalk. My dad, hunting buddy and his dad, my son, and myself crawled under old tractors and through fences to get within 220 of a group of does. My dad went first dropping his doe, then my buddies dad dropped his. My son got to participate in the whole thing. He was disappointed that I didn’t shoot but was proud of the grandpa’s. Then as we were walking across the field together a doe trotted out. I dropped down and took aim. I asked my son if he could see it and if he wanted me to shoot, with his go ahead i squeezed the trigger and she dropped. One stalk. Three deer. My boy was ecstatic and running from deer to deer seeing which one had the best meat. My dad gave him a blade and put him to work dragging and cutting off the lower legs. Once the hooves were transportable he was running across the field making tracks with his new deer legs. Happy as can be.

We loaded up the does and brought them back to the rental. My boy was already pushing for us to get right back out there for the buck the second we got the does back. There wasn’t but a couple hours of light left and I still didn’t have permission for that tag lined up. I made a call to a landowner who had said I could come out if another hunter tags out. Luckily they had tagged out the night before. With the go ahead we raced over. I prepped my son on the way that the muzzleloader was going to require us to get much closer and that we had to be even better hunters than that morning. Also, that we were going to have to hike much further and maybe move much faster. He was nervous and excited at the challenge. After a quick check in with the land owner we headed out.
 
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Post 3: With that delicate pacing of covering new country quick while still trying to spot every deer before they see you we headed up the moraine. Not a bit of vegetation cover to hide behind but there were enough draws to conceal some movement. We found some does but we were set on filling the tag with a buck. We tried to move around them without spooking everything in the area. I was talking and planning every move with my boy the whole time. It was just me and him. We spotted a large group of deer about 1000 yards away at the edge of the property and I told him we will have to push like hell to make it before dark but we can do it. All we gotta do is make it to the fence over there I tell him and I think the deer will do the rest. On our way about 500 yards out we spot a group with a couple bucks in it. My boy is pushing that it’s getting dark and we have to charge in. He’s excited and it’s infectious. But I talk him into waiting until they go over out of sight and looping around to try and cut them off. We try the next draw over but they beat us. We have to lay down and wait again for them to crest over before making another play up the next draw. We see the lead doe at about 220 but the path she’s on will take her closer if we can just make it another 45 yards to a little point. I tell him to just follow exactly what I do. When she feeds I’ll move. When I stop that means she’s looking and we have to freeze. Thank god that doe was pretty tolerant but he sure did his best 😂. We had about 30 feet more to go but it was a short patch of wild rose to get through. We whispered about being tough and just getting through this little patch. It was going to hurt but we had to be quiet and push on. Any ouch’s won’t last. With only slightly loud gasp and only moderate jerks from being poked he met me on the other side. He had wanted me to just go and he would stay back. But I told him that this one we are in together and that even if a deer gets away I’m okay with it, your coming all the way bud.
 
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Post 4: After the rose patch we belly crawled side by side to a better shooting position. The doe was 140 now and even though she knew something was up she kept moving the right way. Two bucks were trailing in the group behind her. We laid there together watching the deer for several minutes. He was being as still and quiet as he could for a very fidgety 6 year old. Snow was falling and it was perfect. I set up on the gun and looked back to see him, eyes on the deer laying prone just like me holding up a pretend gun. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was getting ready to take that buck. The doe in front was now 120ish out. Within range. I told my boy to watch the buck and when the buck gets to where the doe is I’m going to shoot. His job is to follow the buck after. The buck reaches the spot and after finally turning broadside I shoot. The shot felt good and sounded good. The buck ran full tilt before crashing belly up. When the buck flipped over my son jumped up both hands high in the air. I yell to him “we got him!” and he runs over and gives me the biggest hug before running towards the deer. He stops and looks back at me with a big toothless grin before running right back in for a second bear hug. I’m watery eyed at this point and he’s just so proud of himself and his old man. 2025 ended up having the hunt of a lifetime indeed. Just wasn’t the hunt I was expecting.
 
uh trying not to be an a-hole but did you not look at the bull you were going to shoot before you shot it?
lol eventually you see that’s not the main point of this post. But yeah, never through optics myself. Tight windows in aspens and I had two spotters that said shooter. So I setup for the peep sight shot and took it when the herd bull stepped through the window and stopped. Lots of learned lessons but in the moment I was focused on making a good shot and never questioned their call on the bull. Water under the bridge now. Like I said learned a lot and lots of little things contributed to it.
 
Exact reason I got sick of the “trophy” hunting aspect, guiding and managing properties for whitetail was extremely fun and rewarding.

So tired of the what’s he score non sense and guys disappointed shooting “lesser” deer. Well you shot it!!!

Almost left a client in the woods once when he shot an off limits deer and said it was a nice Sunday buck.


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Exact reason I got sick of the “trophy” hunting aspect, guiding and managing properties for whitetail was extremely fun and rewarding.

So tired of the what’s he score non sense and guys disappointed shooting “lesser” deer. Well you shot it!!!

Almost left a client in the woods once when he shot an off limits deer and said it was a nice Sunday buck.


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Yeah the shot has the final say. I had more reasonable expectations than the hunters I ran into on that elk tag, but they still were high. Adjusting to trophy hunting and that pressure is hard. Not just on the shooter but those helping too. I’ve been on the helping side more than the shooting side. Made mistakes in both. I didn’t have a specific score in mind but wanted a mature heavy old bull. The bull that had become my target had a broken g4 that would have dropped his score but it just made me like him even more.

The freebie leftover tag with my boy had no expectations beyond trying to show him a positive experience. Ended up being my favorite hunt of the year and maybe even all time.
 
In hindsight even the bull we were targeting wasn’t that big. Those days struggling in the desert shifted our subconscious baseline a bit. But I really liked everything about this old bull. Spent an hour within 250 yards of him and his herd of about 40 cows with 6 satellite bulls, one a nice 6 point pestering him the whole time. The elk had no idea I was there and were talking nonstop. That encounter alone was worth the price of admission. Had a cow not about stepped on me first he was going to work right into easy range. That encounter was the morning of the evening I shot my bull. When I got the word it was a shooter it never crossed my mind for an instance that it wasn’t in the same range as the one we had chased that morning.
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I read part of your other thread and part of this one. Here’s my unsolicited opinion of the whole deal. You’re acting like a spoiled jerk. Move on. It sounds like you’re making your dad feel like shit and at some point could create a longer term issue. Over what, 15” of antlers on each side. Thats 2” per point. Move on…

One more thing. My bet is you regret this hunt 20 years from now and it has nothing to do with shooting the wrong bull…
 
I read part of your other thread and part of this one. Here’s my unsolicited opinion of the whole deal. You’re acting like a spoiled jerk. Move on. It sounds like you’re making your dad feel like shit and at some point could create a longer term issue. Over what, 15” of antlers on each side. Thats 2” per point. Move on…
This story is about having an amazing hunt with my boy that overshadowed any trophy hunt and exceeded all expectations. It’s a piece about perspective.

My dad and I are fine. In the moment I just wanted to be able to ask him what he thought he saw and recap. He was not in the spot to do that. He was just as disappointed in the outcome too and had charged emotions both towards me and himself. I was in the same spot mentally.

After awhile we were able to talk about it freely and go over what happened and what we both learned. It was fine. I don’t think I’d read into it too much. I was told shooter and shot and in hindsight in our conversations we decided that just changing a few words when communicating, for both of us could help if we ever find ourselves in that situation again. On either side of the coin.

It’s age and maturity of the elk and representing the value of the tag more than inches. Also we had lots more time left to hunt and it was now ended. Like I’d said it’s all fine now and we learned a lot. This is a story about what makes a hunt special.
 
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