Well now we had to wait for him to give us a shot. After 20 mins, the fork horn got spooky and hopped up over the ridge. The 3x4 started to step out now and just before coming clear, he started hopping. At this point I'm thinking to myself that the hunt is over for the day. Just then I hear my buddy yell "maaahh" to get him stopped. That slowed him down, he yelled again and the deer stopped just for a moment at the top of the ridge to look back. He was quartering away and I took the shot at 170 yds. By the time I was back on target the deer was gone but Tony felt like it was a good hit based on what he saw.
We got our packs back on and hiked down and back up to where the deer was standing when I shot him...no blood. We started a search back and forth slowly working down the opposite side of the ridge. After 20 mins, I finally cut his trail and found blood, then lots of hair, then him! He was stuck under a log, on the side of a ridge so steep we were having trouble standing up to take pics. We carefully lowered him to the bottom, quartered him out and then began the long 3 mile hike back to the truck. We were off the mountain by 830 that night and headed into town for a pizza and beer. I can't believe how fast it happened but I couldn't be more happy. It was a great first experience hunting out west. Big thanks to my friend Tony for going with me and my wife for allowing me to hunt on her vacation. Can't wait for my elk hunt in Dec now. Hope you enjoyed the story and pics.
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