The last thing I expected was to run into a nice mule deer buck... but we did.
Just an off colored spot against a pine green backdrop, my buddy Vance picked up on it quickly and we were soon using our optics to confirm what lying old eyes suggested.
Still sporting his red summer coat the buck fed unconcernedly in the grass in the fringe of lodgepoles. It was Ghillie time and Vance was soon suited up and slinking off through the timber, bow in hand and tag in pocket.
Terry and I took the rig and headed up the mountain to kill some time and a few stumps.
On our return we found Vance waiting. His quiver was full and all the arrows in it were dry.
It's tough stalking up there right now. In near corn flake conditions Vance had approached almost within range before the crackling ground cover gave him away.
Before long we were on our way again but this time we were taking Terry back down into antelope country for a late afternoon set at the cabin site.
A quick strategy session, hand shakes and best wishes, and Vance turned the Suburban back toward the mountains. We'd see what we could see.
I don't think either of us expected to run into another buck like the first one, so we were just putting along merrily looking over likely elk cover when at a bend in the road we came on another muley.
Pulling out of sight I again left Vance slipping into the pines while I went else where to kill time.
When the game is afoot it's tough not to have a tag in your wallet. Dang!!
This time when I made my way back down the mountain, I found Vance with an arrow missing from his quiver and a wry look on his face.
In his usual style he made me guess what was going on as we walked into the lodgepoles.
What he showed me was something I'd seen before. The buck had stood for the approach and allowed a solid full draw and anchor. However, as the arrow sped toward his ribs he bolted in time to avoid the well aimed shot.