Since blacktail hunting here in Western Washington doesn't really get going until about October 25th, I sometimes hunt with some buddies over near Omak. My wife and kids are visiting her parents this week so I decided to make the trip to the east side and try for a Mule Deer.
Here's our campsite:
The terrain can be fairly steep and you can end up covering a lot of ground--whether you want to or not! This is a pic from opening day and my GPS said we walked 14.2 miles:
Another view of our campsite. That little white spot just above the lake is our trailer:
The fog on opening morning was thick:
And then 90 seconds later it rolled away. It was weird!
After the fog left, the rain came. I felt like I was back on the West side, just lying in the rain, glassing for critters!
Day 1 ended with a good number of deer spotted, but nothing legal (mule deer are 3 pt minimum). On Day 2, I was sitting around the fire pit after lunch, just glassing the surrounding hillsides for my own amusement when I saw a deer butt about 300 yards away, just up from the road. I focused on it and saw an antler. Only one though--the other must have gotten busted off. As I analyzed the deer I concluded he was only a forked horn. My buddy Don had already gotten a spotting scope on him and shouted, "No, he's got a third point in the front! It's barely an inch, but he's legal!"
So I grabbed my orange vest and my rifle and jumped in the truck. Don drove me up the road and let me out. As I climbed the hill to look on the top, I got the worst case of buck fever ever! I started breathing hard; my heart was racing; and I couldn't think straight. I have no idea why--in the last year I've killed deer, elk, and antelope with no anxiety whatsoever. But as I walked up that hill, I wouldn't have been able to tell you my name if asked! Anyway, I got to the top and there he was and he had his girlfriend with him. I shouldered my rifle but the reticle was bouncing all over the place. The shot was only about 40 yards, but I was shaking so bad, it might as well have been 400. I am admittedly not a gifted shooter off-hand on my best day, and am even worse when excited. So I promptly air-mailed the first shot. That poor buck must have been so stunned that anybody could miss at that range, he didn't know what to do! So I chambered another round, told myself to get a grip and killed him with my second shot. I took him behind the shoulder and he went about 40 yards and piled up.
When I walked up to him, I saw for the first time, that his other antler wasn't missing, but rather was a freakish club thing that was hanging down by his face! (Sorry for the tongue hanging out, this pic was taken a day later):
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Anyway, it was the darndest thing I'd ever seen. The Cabela's in Billings, MT has a mount with something similar. That deer has a monstrous, full rack though and then has a black club thing similar to mine hanging off one side. I don't think Cabela's will be asking to display mine anytime soon:
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My rifle is a Rem 700 SPS .25-06 that I bought here off the classifieds from Crimson Tide. It wears a Leupy 3.5-10x40. It has a trigger job, but is otherwise as-is from the factory:
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Here's my buddy Don in a pic with me--if he hadn't spotted that third point, none of it would have happened:
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The best part was that it was my birthday. I had never gotten a deer on my birthday before--ever. I have always wanted to. I think it's funny that the year I do, I shoot the ugliest deer in the state! Oh well. So now it's back to work until elk season!