As expected, the mountains in Idaho were as steep as they were beautiful. The weather was fickle and the hunting was tough, but we persevered in search of a mature mule deer buck. We covered over 60 miles, and in seven days, we saw a big cinnamon bear, a wolf, a bunch of grouse, a whole mess of does, and 7 bucks. The last morning the biggest buck of the trip gave us the slip, and with about a half hour left, we found a small forked horn to put my tag on.
I went to Idaho with no expectations and was rewarded with a week in some of the prettiest country I’d ever seen. The freezer is piled high with fresh hand wrapped packages of meat, and I strengthened a friendship in a way that only happens when you share a hunting camp. This won’t be my last trip to Idaho.
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Your a lucky man. Enjoy the outdoors as long as you physically can. Building great memories are what it is all about.
Thanks Bob. I plan to.
Ben
That must have been a great few days! And you didn’t come back empty handed.
It was fantastic Corey. The cooler full of meat was a blessing.
Ben
Nice-sized little buck for a fork. Sweet for eating. Congrats!
Thanks Wayne.
Nice write up and cool pics!
Thanks Omari.