July/August 2013 EBJ (Issue 78) - While the high noon sun was baking me I scrambled across the open tundra with spotting scope in hand. I nestled into the rocks and began scanning a few of the good-looking bedding spots. Lo and behold, I found the guy I was after. I’m not sure if it was the hanging velvet or the crimson rack that made the buck look that much bigger but I was sure questioning myself for scoffing at him two days earlier.
As the sun started setting behind the Colorado mountain peaks I started seeing what I had hoped for when I drew this tag. Deer were popping out of every patch of willows, including a big 3x4 that now became a good alternate buck.
I had actually drawn the tag the year before, but turned it in to concentrate on my sheep and elk tags. This year I was fortunate again, as I drew a mountain goat tag along with this deer tag.
I had great intentions on doing a few quick scouting trips but due to a busy summer I was only able to drive through the country I was planning on hunting. I would have to rely on my internet scouting and information from others that had hunted the unit.
As the summer went on, I was really having a rough time getting information on the deer in this unit. A fair number had hunted elk there, but no one had any good information on deer, at least any info they wanted to give. I started to wonder if I had made a good decision to burn my hard-earned points for this unit. I picked out a couple areas that looked like they had some good potential and decided on the drive down which area to start in.
As I pulled into the trailhead I saw three trucks already sitting there. I don’t like crowds much, but with the other spots being well over an hour’s drive, I figured I might as well give this area a shot. I loaded up and started my trek into the high country.
Halfway to my planned camping spot I ran into an elk hunter coming out. He didn’t have much good to say about deer other than he had seen a big-framed buck another two miles further up in a small offshoot basin. Another mile up I ran into two more elk hunters.
Finally, I made it up to where the first hunter said he had spotted the big buck and set up my Kifaru tarp in a small group of stunted timberline pines. I spent the rest of the evening behind the glass and only turned up a couple does.
The next morning I hiked a little further up to get a look at some different country and started picking out some deer in the willows high above timberline along with a big group of elk with a good bull pushing cows. As I was sitting there wishing I had an elk tag in my pocket I finally saw a decent buck, but as he wasn’t what I had hoped for I moved into a different basin for an evening glass. I didn’t see a single deer, just more bulls. Apparently, my internet scouting had been better for elk than deer.
On the hike out, I started going through all the notes I had accumulated over the summer and the areas I had looked at on the map. I finally got to my new trailhead just before dark. I glassed from the road and turned up a fair number of deer. With the distance and low light it was tough to make out what the deer were, but one of them looked to be a pretty good 4-point.
For a full account of Jeremy's adventure, go to page 24 in the July/August 2013 issue of Eastmans' Bowhunting Journal.