I was thinking about my 2008 season and the adventures I had taken and the people I had met. I must tell you that if it were not for the outdoor experiences I would not have met these people. Living in Nevada, everything involving Big Game requires a draw and I was lucky enough to draw a muzzleloader mule deer tag in an area I know well. Well on this adventure I met two groups of people. One of these groups was an experienced but older set of men. After talking to them and hearing how they had not seen anything, my daughter and I chose to help them on their quest to fill their tag.
The next morning we arrived on a long mountain rage with many fingers and patches of trees. Not long after I spotted some deer and in the group were three smaller bucks. I showed the men the deer and they wanted to put on a stalk. Well, they are both shooting older muzzle loaders “Patch and Ball”, so off we go.
My daughter and I head up the outer ridge and I send one up the center and the other up the other ridge. As we arrive at our locations we had discussed I realize one of the men is were we talked about and the other man had fallen behind. As we wait my daughter spots the deer in the tree line so we watch them while waiting for the other guy to get into position.
When he arrives, we all confirm that we see each other and know were we are and begin to move up the draw when the deer break on the tree line and head straight for one of the older guys. As he attempts to dodge the first deer he drops down on the third biggest buck and fires. All I can see is smoke and deer running everywhere.
We meet up and discuss what happened and I find out he was winded from the climb and did not want to hold us up so he proceeded anyway, and with the deer almost running him over he had missed the shot. Just to be sure we scout the area looking for any sign of a hit deer and proceed into the next draw and found nothing.
We decide to head down and set up a new game plan when this guy starts to have a heart attack, so now we are trying to save this guys life! Just so you understand we are 100 miles from anywhere and this guy is not doing well at all. To sum this up, we got him to the hospital he did have a heart attack which ended his hunt but thank God he lived.
So, the lesson I have learned from this experience is to slow down and pace yourself. If you get run down, take a break. You’re supposed to enjoy the experience. Good luck and safe hunting.
Oh, I did not fill my tag in case you were wondering, but that’s why it is called hunting.
by Cory Horton