Issue 116: THE UN-TYPICAL, TYPICAL
I knew that the big typical was just 50 yards below me under a pinyon-juniper, and all he needed to do was stand and feed in either direction, and I’d have a perfect shot at a deer of many lifetimes. Long story short, I sat there for 45 minutes before the wind swirled and all the bucks blew out below me in a stampede!
It took us a few hours to relocate the bucks, but I was able to get in on them again and played cat and mouse with them inside of 100 yards for a couple hours that evening before getting seen by one of the bucks. That night, I was a bit worried I had pushed the deer too hard, but all I could do was hope our persistence and effort would allow us to turn them back up again for another stalk.
