It was a simple plan. My
hunting buddy would come up the mountain from the bottom just as
daylight dawned and I, being more ambitious, would already be halfway up
the mountain ready to have deer that he scared up running right out in
front of me.
Well, simple plans are for simple
fools, I guess. In other words, it didn't work. At least not
for me it didn't. For my hunting buddy it worked out great.
Boom! Two minutes after first light I heard his rifle bellowing
down below me. He tagged a nice 3 X 3 buck and had it back down
and loaded in his truck within an hour. (Or so he says. I
mean, I never saw it, never ate a steak out of it, never saw the rack
--- supposedly he gave it away. But, who am I to argue? I know
I didn't get one!)
After he shot, I saw a few does
come scampering up the hill, but then they turned around and headed
right back down. A few minutes later, I heard another rifle boom
from down below. As it turned out, a young girl with an either sex
tag nailed one of those does that was running around. My hunting
buddy assisted her and her father in dragging that deer out as well.
At the time, I was very
optimistic. I was up high, deer were moving down below, and I had
all day to hike the mountain.
Well, all that stayed true.
I stayed up high. The deer stayed down below me. And I never
saw another deer all day while I continued to hike the mountain.
Two things doomed me from the
beginning. One was crunchy snow. I don't do well in crunchy
snow. I'm not the best at walking quietly anyway and with crunchy
snow all around making it harder than normal, well, I'm sure the deer
heard me from a mile away.
The other thing that doomed me was
that I saw some elk. You see, I get real excited over seeing
elk. So when a group of cows passed by up above me, I took off
trailing them, and I never saw another deer track again until I had
climbed all the way up over the mountain and halfway down the other
side. The deer, you see, simply weren't up that high and so when I
took off trailing elk, which are almost always up high, I killed my
chances at finding a buck.
Now, that's not always true on
Scorpion Mountain. I have seen bucks up high where I headed off
after the elk, but there had been enough snow already that year that the
deer were content to stay down out of the worst of it. Elk, well,
elk don't care about snow until it's deep enough they have to start
swimming to get around in it, it seems. Anything less than belly deep, at least,
doesn't seem to affect them.
However, I am proud to say I did
learn a lot more about the elk in the area that day and, should I ever
get a tag to hunt elk up there again, it will have been very
beneficial. But I didn't find any deer.
So, instead of going on about how
I didn't see any deer, how about some cool pictures of what I did
see? Such as, an elk herd, a boat tree, some awesome views, a
stegosaurus back (not really but it's a cool rock), a copper vein, an
excellent elk skull, and more. (Actually, there's like one thing
more, but you always have to end with "and more", you know?)
Enjoy the photos, with a bit more
commentary about the trip.
Deer
Hunt 09 Photo Set