I just got in. I'm tired, wet and cold. I hiked for miles this Morning through some of the nastiest crap in these parts. I climbed the highest hill at first light and found a herd of about a dozen mulies. One big buck, two small bucks and a bunch of does. I have two mulie doe tags, one whitetail doe and one whitetail buck. I closed the distance some and watched these two small bucks sparing with each other at 200 yards. Three does hoped the fence over to the side I had access to, and started towards me, but they were still about 400 yards off. The two bucks started towards them and fell behind a rise. I started towards them to close the gap, but got pinned down by another who spotted me. After she moved off, I started again but the deer either spotted my, winded me or somthing because all but two took off over the fence again and bounded over the hills. I closed in again on the other two, but saw they were the small bucks. Just for fun I wanted to see how close I could get, but not close enough was the answer. They too spotted me and took off.
I decided to take a little break and went back to the car, then to the farm yard to talk to the farmer. He told me I could walk the coulee's behind his yard up to his property line 2 miles North. I accepted and started through the nasty stuff. I picked up some good tracks in the snow and started after them. I was trying to be quiet, but my Sorel boots are nylon and the brush wouldn't let me be silent. But to my surprise, after about a mile and a half of tracking, I looked up and standing fifty yards away, facing me head on was a mulie! I brought the thirty-thirty up, cocked the hammer and settled the sights on it's heart. Usually I'm not comfortable with head on shots, but at this range I felt confident in taking it. But at the very last moment, the sun came out, the snow got brighter, and so did it's antlers, or what I thought were antlers. I let go of the trigger and hesitated. From where I was standing, it appeared to have two small spikes. I slowly went for my bino's, but in that moment, it turned and I saw it was a doe. It was just the brush and tree's right behind it that gave the illusion of antlers. It dropped right there down a bit of a hill and disappeared. I took off after it, but my footing wasn't too good so I couldn't move too quick. Then I saw three more bounding over another rise and I kept on them, kicking myself for not paying better attention when I had my chance. When I caught up to them, they were just hopping the other fence and I knew I blew it, again. It's been a long time since I had to walk back alone with nothing better to do than think about my mistakes. I'll be back tommorow, and hopefully the hunting god's will smile upon me then.
I decided to take a little break and went back to the car, then to the farm yard to talk to the farmer. He told me I could walk the coulee's behind his yard up to his property line 2 miles North. I accepted and started through the nasty stuff. I picked up some good tracks in the snow and started after them. I was trying to be quiet, but my Sorel boots are nylon and the brush wouldn't let me be silent. But to my surprise, after about a mile and a half of tracking, I looked up and standing fifty yards away, facing me head on was a mulie! I brought the thirty-thirty up, cocked the hammer and settled the sights on it's heart. Usually I'm not comfortable with head on shots, but at this range I felt confident in taking it. But at the very last moment, the sun came out, the snow got brighter, and so did it's antlers, or what I thought were antlers. I let go of the trigger and hesitated. From where I was standing, it appeared to have two small spikes. I slowly went for my bino's, but in that moment, it turned and I saw it was a doe. It was just the brush and tree's right behind it that gave the illusion of antlers. It dropped right there down a bit of a hill and disappeared. I took off after it, but my footing wasn't too good so I couldn't move too quick. Then I saw three more bounding over another rise and I kept on them, kicking myself for not paying better attention when I had my chance. When I caught up to them, they were just hopping the other fence and I knew I blew it, again. It's been a long time since I had to walk back alone with nothing better to do than think about my mistakes. I'll be back tommorow, and hopefully the hunting god's will smile upon me then.
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