Lets see and here the story of your first muley. My first muley happened in 1984. I was 14 years old (we had to waite until we were 14 in Colorado back then) and due to the economy crashing on the west slope and my parents bank closing I did not even get to head up on the mountain until the second day of season.
We got a late start on a morning hunt and were doing a deer drive all the way back to camp. I was about half way between the start of the drive and camp and 2 small bucks got out of there beds and stopped 19 yards away from me. One was a 2x1 and the other was a 2x2. It was up hill and I put my 20 yard pin right behing his shoulder and let the arrow fly. I hit a little to far forward and hit in the shoulder and he ran past me and down the hill. I was very excited and very worried that the deer would get away and I would loose him. Then I noticed him coming back.
He came right back up the hill and turned heading away from me walking slowly. He stopped 45 yards from me and looked back. I pulled back, put my pin on him and let loose. The arrow went right where it was suppose to. He went 60 yards and piled up.
I was so excited when I walked up to him I took off running for camp to get dad and mom. They could not believe I had gotten it done. Probably the best hunt of my life other than my first elk.
Here is the pic with my sister and I.