The first time I spotted him he was feeding along a ridge-top about 600 yards away. I was hoping he would feed down a draw and out in front of me and give me a shot under 200 yards. Of course he fed down the draw on the opposite side of the ridge.
As soon as he was out of sight on the opposite side of the ridge I moved downwind of where he was feeding and hurried the 600 yards to the crest of the ridge. When I crawled over the top of the hill I spotted this buck feeding away from me at about 100 yards. I got a solid rest and took the shot as he quartered away from me. He went down where I hit him.
I was on this trip with my step-father and brother-in-law. This was our first trip to any western state and the first time we'd hunted anything like mule deer. The learning curve was pretty sharp, but we hunted hard (dawn to dusk) and we both ended up coming home with antelope does and mule deer bucks. We had a great trip.