I had no success he in Cali but, I did go to Idaho this year and killed my first buck. He was a forkin horn, sorry but no pics. but a great story. Ok so, we got up the morning of October 16. We jumped on the quads and took off down the trail. We parked and hiked about 70 yards up a hill and saw some bucks but didn't shoot. To the left we saw som good 26 or 27 inch bucks. "Shoot the one in the front." My dad told me. Boom. I shot and saw dust just barely over his back. "Where did you aim?" My dad asked. "Well I thought that he was far enough to shoot over him so I did and that's where I hit." I told him. Then the buck came back out on the next ridge and my dad shot twice then his freind Mike shot and we heard a WHAP!
but the deer kept going up hill. when he crested the ridge we saw that he only had one horn left.
So we split up; my dad and I in one group and Mike and his step-son Hunter in the other. We got about 1/2 a mile from them and started heaing gunshots. We looked and saw a big buck that was pushing 30 inches wide. My dad shot at it 8 times and gave up. Mike shot ten and came really close a couple of times and he was about 1,000 yards from him. We went over the ridge we were on and watched a little while. Nothing. So we walked back over the ridge onto the trail and saw them across the drainage walking so we cut down through thick brush to the bottem and walked up to them. Hunter was set up on a buck that my dad and I apperantly walked within 20 yads of and never saw. He shot it and mike said, "Joe (My das name is Joe also) if you want you take Hunter to drag his buck down the hill and I'll take jr. over the ridge to the buck thats over there." "Alright, Here Joseph, take my gun incase it's a long shot." My dad said.
We walked up the ridge about 40 yards to see a buck bedded 218 yards from us. He didn't evev care about the gunshot. I belly-crawled to a spot where I could get a prone shot on him. I shot. "He's done. You smoked him." Mike told me. I jacked another shell in and looked back through my scope to see the buck was now standing but had blood all over his side. "Put him out." Mike said. I shot again but missed. I jacked another shell in The buck ran about 30 yards and stood behind a bush. I watched him through the scope so I could put him down if he left the bush. Then, the bush started moving and the buck fell out. dead as a door-nail
. We dragged the buck down the hill over by Hunter's buck. Then he told us what hppened with his buck. "We were walking up to it and it wasn't 'movin breathin, nothin. then he jumped up and started chasing me down the hill."
That was a good day.