February/March 2013 EHJ (Issue 135) - For years, my sweet husband has so willingly guided others to giant mule deer. Mike devotes hours, days, no… weeks of his life every year to finding and following these beautiful animals. He has devoted a journal to keeping records of the deer he follows and noting their growth. His love and respect for them is unparalleled.
Mike has guided over a dozen friends and family to take numerous trophy bucks in the twenty-three years I have known him. I have always felt like a proud hen, perched high in the henhouse, watching from a distance and smiling at his success.
Then, last year, it dawned on me! Where was MY trophy Buck? Where was MY claim to fame in all of this craziness? I knew that without Mike’s help, the chances of me harvesting any buck, let alone a trophy were, well… none!
So, I asked, "When is it going to be my turn? When are you going to take me to one of these monster bucks?”
He looked at me a little puzzled. Mike has always been more than patient with me, and this day was no different.
"Do you want a big deer?” he asked.
"Of course I do!” I quickly replied.
"Well, we better get you put in for a tag.”
Mike always calls all his friends and family when it is time to put in for the draws and reminds them that it is time. He diligently puts each member of our family who qualifies in for their tags as well.
The months rolled on as usual. Then, one day Mike texted me and asked me if I was ready to kill a big buck. I knew then that I had drawn a general season mule deer tag. I was excited!
The excitement was short-lived however, as I began to think about the places where Mike finds these monster mulies. I had spent many a "date night” glassing for big bucks with Mike, so I knew that if I wanted a big buck the hunt was not going to be an easy one.
Three years prior to this hunt I had had brain surgery, and the year before that, a total hip replacement. As a result, my legs were weak and my eyes were extremely sensitive to the bright sunlight, causing difficulties with dizziness and vision.
Knowing this, Mike began preparing me mentally.
For a full account of Kristine's adventure, go to page 34 in the February/March 2013 issue of Eastmans' Hunting Journal.