Scouting notes:
Before I even drew the tag, I talked with my buddy Jaden Bales from the Wyoming Wildlife Federation about what type of terrain I should scout for Wyoming mule deer. I had him judge three spots I had e-scouted. The spot Jaden liked the best was the one that I thought might be the best, so my girlfriend Abby and I went to check it and another area nearby. While a lot can change between June and October, there will be a few things like access, terrain and food/water that will be fairly constant.
October 20 - Pulled cameras in Abby's elk unit, then headed back to The Spot for the evening. We’re doing what’s required. Frozen boots, flipped tents, hiking in the dark, that’s not epic, that’s what happens when you hunt mule deer we told ourselves. So we felt like we were doing what we needed to get it done and wanted to finish it. I started to get a little feeling of frustration and desperation, but no matter how frustrated I was, I was up and ready the next morning. I wouldn’t consider myself a masochist but I couldn’t get enough of this mule deer program.
Finally had a breakthrough and saw a group of deer and one was a chopstick buck. We watched them for a bit and figured something of substance was around, but couldn't find him. On the way back to the car I saw a forkie and employed the drive by method of passing it so it’s not alarmed. I've heard of bucks being so secure in their stillness that they will let things pass and not spook. This also allowed me to get a better angle and get a broadside shot when it stood up. But as I tried to crawl back on a stalk it took off. I was of course upset and figured I should have just taken the frontal shot since it was only 30 or so yards. Seeing two bucks was enough to get me excited, but also wonder if that was the only chance we would get. Had I been too patient?
October 21 - Been warm since that freeze and snow dusting on the first day. Wind was terrible and the sun made hunting terrible. At this point I had gone from hoping for the chance at a solid 3 or 4-point because we saw them in the summer, to thinking about a stalk on chopstick. Abby said she would gladly shoot chopstick so we went to The Spot looking for him, found him, but we bumped the group, though I think it was the people in the truck that we saw parked next to us. There is limited entry to this small piece of land but they stopped anyway and marched in anyway, probably in the same exposed line we figured we'd use before we got smart about exposing ourselves to anything up the canyon. So we hiked out and went to a chunk of obvious BLM and hiked around in 60 mph gusts. Just miserable. I was almost blind with frustration at this point.
After reaching the far end of the ridge, we spotted a buck all the way back by the road. We dropped down and hustled up the creek to the road and then the base of the hill where the buck had been feeding. Uphill stalks are tough so we glassed carefully to make sure he was out of the way and picked a different face to hike up. Wind was perfect. We were within 30 yards of where I thought he fed over to but didn't see him. The top of the hill is a pyramid so it doesn’t take much to get to another face. Figured he just kept feeding because why wouldn’t I think that? Turns out he was switching beds and just fed along the way so at about 20 yards he popped up and bolted over the ridge. I ran to the ridge and saw that he ran along the inside of a bowl to another ridge. I laid my bag down and got set. This sliver of land was pretty small so being paranoid about where this deer was standing, I checked OnX to make sure we were still on state land. We were. But that had taken precious time and now I was almost panicked because he was standing broadside at probably 300 yards. So I didn’t bother to range. The last time I took too much time the buck took off. I let out my breath and fired. High. Again. High. Turns out my scope was on 6 power and the buck was at 150. I needed patience and to range or check the power of my scope. Simple, simple things but my mind was on property boundaries and caused a short in my routine.
October 22 - So what do you do, right? You're on the most miserably exhilarating hunting trip of your life but you’re running out of time. You airmailed 2 shots at a forkie you rushed and spooked a forkie you tried to be patient with. But the weather had now turned perfect. Cold and snowy. Everyone who knows mule deer apparently knows that’s what you need: Cold and Snow. We headed to The Spot and chose a spot that put deer in nice close shooting range to anything that emerged form the canyon but I felt exposed. Nothing was happening except for us both getting cold so we backed out. In moving we saw a few does which bumped somewhere. Then I saw the profile of antlers on a head off in the distance but it turned out to be an antelope. As we were moving forward into an opening where a canyon gives way to an open flat, I saw bucks sparring. It was unreal and right in front of the spot we had started the day. Maybe if we had been patient I would have had a shot. But maybe the only reason they had come out, was because we were gone. We moved back out and looped around to get into a shooting spot. By the time we were in a spot to take a look at them, they had vanished in the snow. I was livid. Deer everywhere and I just can’t get it right. Always the wrong call. On our way out we looped to where we had seen the forkie that had spooked when I crawled at it. There were deer. First saw a doe, then another, then chopstick, then a forkie. Abby had said she would shoot chopstick so I was thinking we were going for a double. She used the tripod as a rest and shot. I heard rock connection. I fired and nothing happened. Gun was frozen. I ejected the round and worked on thawing the shooting mechanism and told Abby to shoot the forkie, which she did. The pressure was off. We had a deer.