February/March 2013 EHJ (Issue 135) - When my buddies and I planned this hunt we had no idea what was in store for us. We always hunt hard to make something happen and are usually successful, but I had no idea that this would be a Booner year for me. It wasn’t until I took a moment to sit down next to the second mature mule deer I shot in three days that it all began to sink in. I was so lucky and fortunate that my mule deer stars lined up for me on that hunt. I always try to take a minute to sit down and really reflect on the day and get everything I can out of that feeling you get after a successful hunt. As I sat there next to the 170-inch buck that I would not think twice about shooting on any day, I still couldn’t help but think about the once-in-a-lifetime, 270-inch buck that I shot three days earlier, and that’s where this story begins.
It was a chilly, late-October morning when my buddy Ryan and I set out. Ryan killed a nice buck the day before, so I was up to bat. The plan was to start our hunt about four miles out of camp. We made it there about fifteen minutes before daylight and used that time to get our gear together and finalize our plan for the day. We decided to hunt our way up to a saddle where we could look into the next drainage over.