Well, I'll try to keep the stories somewhat short but my brother and I have had a great time in the Idaho high country chasing muley bucks. Opening day found us backpacked into a remote canyon and we immediately started seeing deer. My brother Jeff spotted a feeding buck across the canyon so we watched him for awhile and he bedded down. After about 3 hours or so, he got up, turned around and bedded back down. We headed for a rock pile and set our gear up for a long shot---812 yards. He finally got up and Jeff missed him 3 times and shot right of the buck as the wind was tough to call as it was across canyon. Elevation was perfect.
We both have a couple of deer tags so we were after meat bucks primarily on this trip and we would concentrate later in the season on the big boys. After Jeff had shot, the deer just walked down the draw and then bedded down again in a thick brushy aspen patch. We watched this for a couple of hours and I decided to go for him and see what would happen. So, off I went, down the canyon, across the other side and got to about 70 yards of where he was last seen. I looked back across the canyon and my brother gave me the hand signal that we use----arms out extended----that he was still there somewhere. I got ready, bleated, talked, bleated, wolf howled, etc., trying to get him up. Finally, he blew out of the thicket and I was able to take a running shot and got him with my 6.5 saum. Meat buck down.
Jeff had seen the whole thing so he went back and got both of our camps while I processed the buck. He backpacked out both camps to the bottom of the canyon I was in and then joined me in packing out my buck.
Randy
We both have a couple of deer tags so we were after meat bucks primarily on this trip and we would concentrate later in the season on the big boys. After Jeff had shot, the deer just walked down the draw and then bedded down again in a thick brushy aspen patch. We watched this for a couple of hours and I decided to go for him and see what would happen. So, off I went, down the canyon, across the other side and got to about 70 yards of where he was last seen. I looked back across the canyon and my brother gave me the hand signal that we use----arms out extended----that he was still there somewhere. I got ready, bleated, talked, bleated, wolf howled, etc., trying to get him up. Finally, he blew out of the thicket and I was able to take a running shot and got him with my 6.5 saum. Meat buck down.
Jeff had seen the whole thing so he went back and got both of our camps while I processed the buck. He backpacked out both camps to the bottom of the canyon I was in and then joined me in packing out my buck.
Randy