Well, the freezer has been looking just a little bit bare this year, having only one doe and a small-ish mulie in it (and for whatever bizarre reason, that doe is just as tough as nails, and probably going to be 100% hamburger, sadly) . So, this morning, we woke up long before daylight, grabbed… Read More »
The alarm went off early this morning, following a restless nights sleep. I’ve had some kind of nasty cold that’s been hanging on for a few days now that kept messing up my sleeping. Oh well, as if I would let a little thing like that stop me from hunting mule deer! The longer I… Read More »
This morning I climbed a mountain. A pretty big mountain. Packing my 12lb 303 British because The Wife(tm) is packing the Kimber down around on the low side of the same mountain. Took me almost an hour, and hurt me pretty good getting up it. Fifteen minutes after making the summit, I finally stopped sweating… Read More »
So, early early this morning, long before all the lazy road hunters were up and around, The Wife and I head up into the mountains in search of mulies. Hiking in before daylight, legs burning, we get positioned way up the mountainside looking down on an area we’re almost 100% certain will hold some bucks… Read More »
This morning, my wife and I wake up in the dark, fumble our way through coffee and breakfast, and head out in hopes of filling my mulie tag. Yesterday I found this spot that’s just goregous for mule deer hunting. It’s a whole mountainside that got burned off quite a few years ago, and from… Read More »