We headed out to an area that has big deer potential but also to scout the area for elk. He wanted to try and get an elk as well but that didn't open until the following weekend which unfortunately I was going to be out of town for. So we decided that we would head up in this area and scout for elk while we hunted for deer.
|Momma Moose and her Calf|
With all of our walking and luck in the higher mountain country, we decided to make our way closer to the river and hunt near there. This proved to be a better option. Within about 100 yards of getting into the brush we jumped a whitetail. I motioned to my friend and we slowly started making our way in the deer's direction. We ended up jumping the deer another time but we were pretty close to the river by now and knew it could go very far. We then came out right next to the river and I saw some track headed across the mud onto a finger of the river.
I told my buddy to set up where the tracks were and I was going to push that section and if the deer is there it will come right back across this spot. I knew this because where the deer crossed, it was just a little sliver of land surrounded by the river. I knew that if I walked down that sliver, the deer would circle around behind me and cross right back where it came.
It was pretty thick cover and I made my way down and as I got to the end of the little sliver of land I heard something get up and run behind me. I waited for it and sure enough I heard a shot ring out, then another, and then a third. I ran over to the edge and saw my friend jumping up and down and running across the mud. I made my way over there and he started hollering "I shot a deer! I shot a deer!" You couldn't wipe the grin of of his face.
|Spencer's First Deer|
|He Insisted to carry it out..|