This will be a short story of a great trip. I have taken Laynee and Roo both into the high country, but Hunter hadn't ever made the trip, till this year. We hit a spot where I had seen a few dandy bucks earlier in the season. His pack was heavy heading in and even heavier coming out!!
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| A couple bucks he passed on the way in to camp |
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| Black Betty |
The first morning of his hunt we scaled the ridgeline above camp and began glassing. We had spotted some decent bucks and an hour or so had passed when I glassed up two great bucks right below our teepee! I motioned Hunter over and after a minute of weighing out size and whether he was ready to pull the trigger yet, he made the right decision and hammered the buck at 400+ yards.
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| Heading down the cliffs to retrieve his buck |
Maybe my favorite part of the trip was on the way down the mtn packing heavy when he yelled I love this! He explained, in detail, how he loved packing everything on your back to survive as well as your own mountain buck. I understand the love and couldn't be more proud of watching him become a man with passion.
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