August/September 2011 EHJ (Issue 126) - This day started out like any other day of hunting with my uncle - out of the truck and walking well before daylight. Our plan was to walk our way to the top of the ridge and wait for the light to come up to start glassing.
Right away, we spotted a couple of bucks, just not the one we were looking for. My uncle had archery hunted this same area earlier in the year and had seen a buck that we wanted to try to find. After glassing the first basin, we sidehilled a steep mountain to the top of another ridge, but we didn’t see anything.
My uncle said that we needed to walk through this basin and around the hill. Suddenly, out of nowhere, we found the buck we had been looking for. He was feeding up the hill with some does and a small buck about 800 yards from us. We watched them feed over the ridge and then started our stalk.
After seeing the group feed over the ridge, I was convinced that we weren’t going to see them again. My uncle told me that the buck wouldn’t leave his does and we would get him. Our stalk began, and we had to crawl on our knees halfway down the mountain to avoid being seen by the herd. Then we had to walk around the end of a finger ridge that ran down to where we first saw the deer. One more little corner was all that stood between the buck and us.
We belly-crawled into position and then my uncle told me to stay down while he slowly picked up his binoculars and looked for the buck. He said, " Oh my God, he’s standing right there!”
For a full account of Josh's adventure, go to page 46 in the August/September 2011 issue of Eastmans' Hunting Journal.