Muzzleloader Deer Hunt

This year I started the dedicated hunter program where I can hunt archery, muzzleloader and rifle deer hunts. Last Wednesday was the opener of the muzzleloader hunt, but we were traveling back from California on Wednesday. Thursday morning the alarm went off at 3:00 a.m. and me, my dad and Vince were off to meet up with Andrew and Justin. Vince didn't have a tag, but wanted to come up for the day anyway.

We found Andrews' truck and jumped on the four-wheelers...and then drove around in circles for 20 minutes before finding the right road. We made it to the trailhead, and made it up the near vertical trail and hit the ridge about 20 minutes later than we had anticipated. We started towards Andrew when he starts getting excited and telling us to stop and hold still because there was deer that we were pushing. Come to find out it was the two biggest bucks he had seen on the hunt, and he got buck fever. He was telling us on the radio to stop and then the bucks were at 50 yards and he forgot to turn on his red dot scope! He didn't even get a shot off.

Later in the morning we glassed a canyon right below camp. I'm not sure how, but Andrew found a buck laying down...and it was one of the big ones he should've shot earlier that morning! We put together and plan where Andrew would try to sneak in on them and I would sit on the escape route with my dad and Vince watching from across the canyon. A doe came busting out of the next canyon over and came through the canyon we were in and took all the bucks with her.

We had been seeing far more bucks than does until Thursday night. We found the canyon with all of the does and just a few small bucks. I'll bet we found 30 or more in this canyon.

Friday morning found me and Justin sitting on the ridge of the canyon with all the does. We had seen some big bucks come over the ridge on Thursday and Andrew and Justin had seen some bucks crossing the ridge while scouting. We hoped to intercept some of the big bucks. We had 8 does bedded less than 100 yards from us, just around the ridge. We had a 2 point cross about 50 yards above us. Andrew found some big bucks below us and the next canyon over so we started towards them. We had to wait for 7 two points to cross 100 yards from us. We got to the canyon the big bucks went in and couldn't find anything but Andrew had spotted some more bucks in the next canyon over. We kept going and found 2 of the 8 bucks Andrew had spotted. Right after we spotted them they got up and started feeding. There were probably 150+ yards when we first saw them. They started feeding to the left and if they would've went another 5 feet we could've snuck up pretty close to them for the shot. Instead they started feeding down the draw towards us! That was better. There was 2 bucks right next to each other. Justin would take the one on the left, I was to take the one on the right on the count of three. We were almost set and then the deer would take a step or they would move the wrong way and we would have to get set again. Finally the count was on. 1...2...3 and Justins' gun goes boom, my gun goes click! Oh no! My primer didn't go off! Justins' shot was right on and his deer dropped in its tracks. My deer started towards us, but went into a draw between us and the deer. I put a new primer on and ran towards the deer. When he came out of the draw at 10 yards and saw me, I'm sure he was more than surprised. He turned and ran down the draw. I ran across and big rock slab and fell ripping my pants and banging up my knee. I had another shot on him and he was moving away from me, but my primer didn't fire. When we first shot, the deer were only 75 yards away.

Justins' deer ended up being 19 1/2 inches wide. It was probably a good thing my gun didn't go off because Justin killed his deer at 1:30. We got to the truck at 9:30. It would've been another trip to get a second deer.

When we were hiking back to camp we saw a buck likely bigger than Justins run right through camp! It was a lot of fun and we saw a lot of deer.

Grandaddy's 2010

This year I was able to go backpacking to the Granddaddy lakes basin of the High Uintas. We drove out there Thursday night, and slept in the trailer Thursday night, and then we hiked in Friday morning. I decided to take all three of my dogs, and decided three dogs was too many for me to handle, thanks to my dad for helping me wrangle my herd! I got a dog pack for Guage to pack. I wasn't going to pack in dog food for the dogs. It was heavy because he had to carry food for Guage, Bo, Tilley and Gus. Tilley and Gus are small and they wouldn't be able to carry much, and Bo is too old to carry anything (I tried) and so Guage was the packdog. I put the pack on him before we ever hit the trail, and he started bucking just like a bull. After I stopped laughing, I settled him down, and didn't have any more problems. We got in and got camp setup and hit Fish Hatchery lake Friday night. Evan caught one on his first or second cast with a neon green jakes lure. I pulled a couple out, but cut it short when Tilley had an allergic reaction to something. I would tie my dogs to trees and then fish for a little while. I was going to move down the shore and noticed that her eyelids and lips were very swollen. I think that might have been the only places the mosquito's could get her, and they got her good. I headed back to camp to get some food in her (and me) and she was back to normal by the time she ate and settled down for the night.

Saturday we fished Pine Island in the morning. I wasn't having any luck, so I threw the bumper for Guage for a little while and tried to get a few good pics. That was his reward for packing stuff around all weekend! Andrew and Vince had gone over to Lily Pad while I was fishing Pine Island and had caught a couple, so we moved over there. That is what I love about that area, if you aren't catching fish in one lake, move on to the next lake. We pulled a couple out at Lily Pad, but then Andrew decided he wanted to go swimming.

Andrew had been calling the forest service out there and as of two weeks ago there was 4 feet of snow in the pass and the lakes were froze solid. As of Monday, MOST of the ice was gone, but a couple lake still had a little bit of ice.

Back to Andrew swimming. There was a tree that was out over the water, he climbed it and jumped in and was out as quick as he went in! Merrill, then put on his shorts and he didn't go as high as Andrew did, but he jumped in too. Merrill has a little more insulation than Andrew does, so he played in the water for a few minutes.

We then moved back over to Pine Island, on the other side from where I was earlier. I caught one, but it was my biggest so far. Andrew was out in his raft that he packed in and was catching quite a few. After we fished there a while we moved down to Palisade. I pulled a couple out there. Up until then all I had caught were Brooke Trout. Palisade treated me to my first Cutthroat Trout of the trip. It was clear enough that I would see the fish, throw in my lure, and watch the fish take the lure. We then went back and had dinner and then hit Fish Hatchery again.

The first time we hit Fish Hatchery Evan lost his neon green lure. Because it was neon green you could see it from the shore, but Evan didn't want to get wet to get it. I was intent on stipping down to my underwear and getting that neon green lure. When we got there more people were there than I had anticipated, so Vince ended up getting it from the boat and gave it to me to use. I ended up losing it the next day at Palisade. The only lure I lost on the trip.

Sunday (July 4th) we woke up to dark clouds, and just as we were finishing breakfast, it started to snow. We (I) procrastinated going out fishing in the snow, but it finally let up so we headed out. We went back to Palisade and caught a bunch more fish. While we were at Palisade it really opened up and snowed/hailed on us. We took shelter under a big tree that had fallen over, and after it let up we headed back to Pine Island.

When we had left in the morning I had only packed a lunch and had intended to be back to camp for dinner. We ended up clear around the back of Pine Island about dinner time, so we cooked up a couple of Brooke Trout right there as soon as we caught them. That hit the spot! There's not too much better in life than sitting on the lake shore eating a Brooke Trout that you caught 20 minutes earlier.

After we ate we headed back to Lily Pad where I caught one more for dinner back at camp. Andrew had stayed and fished Pine Island a little longer and caught by far the biggest fish of the trip. That fish fed all of us for dinner!

Monday morning we packed up and headed out. I fished Betsy for just a few minutes on the way out, but didn't get anything there.

It was one of the funnest trips I have been on. The last time I was there I was Evan's age, and Matt was my age. Time flies!

Junior Hunter

I got Guages Junior Hunter certificate in the mail today!!! Now we need to start working now to be ready for Senior Hunter next spring.

Remembering Matt

Three weeks ago Matt passed on. Matt was a great guy who was one of my best friends as well as my uncle. We had a lot of great memories. Here are a few pictures to remember Matt. Matt will be missed.

The deer is from Colorado 2009. Matt was the only one to shoot a deer on that trip and my last hunt with Matt.

The next two pictures I borrowed from Andrew. I believe they were muzzle loader in Utah in 2006. There were up on the divide where a lot of memories were made with Matt.

The pintail was taken while we were swan hunting in 2008. He hit the pintail and it sailed a long ways so Justin and I took the boat out after it and the duck kept diving while Justin was trying to grab it.

The swan was Matt's last, and made it to the taxidermist. The swans come off a small pond where they roost at night and we had a hard time getting any close, and when we did get one in range he got lucky and one bb to the head was all that it took to bring the swan down.