I have always considered the Henry Mountains as a special place ever since I hunted them on a general season deer tag. I could spend the whole summer and fall down there with no problems what so ever. About the only other place that I could say the same for would be the Book Cliffs in Utah. It seamed like where ever I found a place that had great hunting for great bucks they would turn it into a limited entry area and give me fits trying to draw a tag to go hunt those big bucks.
In the darkness, the hunter stumbles through the underbrush, making noise and leaving his scent seemingly EVERYWHERE!
Daylight will be here in 30 minutes and he wanted to be in the stand an hour before daylight.
"I know I left that stand RIGHT in this area last night," he mutters under his breath, "but where is it now?"
He traipses back and forth in a zig zag pattern, getting himself overheated and sweaty, but never finding the stand he left there the previous evening – and eventually sits on a...