My brother and I skipped out on work early one Friday to head down south mule deer hunting before the muzzleloader season was over. We glassed a couple nice ones and a really big guy that was way out of range and we where running out of daylight, so decided to try one more spot with an hour left of light. Knowing the big boys would be on the move heading out to their feeding grounds.
We're not even there 10 minutes and 200 yards from the truck, all of a sudden this guy crested the top of a coulee with a buddy and what a sight. With the setting sun in the back ground lighting up the sky, fire red, time seemed to stand still. As they made a short walk toward us and we belly crawled into shooting position, my brother ranges him at 235 yards and to far for me. Now feeling like the hands on my watch are whirling around faster and faster my brother says 170! Feeling confident with my Traditions Pursuit LT, I let the smoke out and whack.. And there he was... gone!
Now he’s out of sight, we give him 10 minutes and start looking down through the coulee where the second buck ran out of, in the buck brush, all over no deer???? Now it’s getting dark, so we returned right back from where the shot was taken. We head straight to where the deer was on top of the coulee looking for a blood trail or anything to point us in the right direction, I knew the shot was good and you could feel the whack of the bullet as it hit. We reach the top, there he is, didn’t make it 20 yards. I guess I should have started there in the first place.
This mule deer had less than 2 inches of deductions.
B&C scored him at 183 6/8 Net score