Wife mule deer buck tag

[Tinesdown]

Haha yea they do exist but likely are on private ground hey some of those ranchers don't care for deer but downside to that is you are not the only person they let on!!

As of now, but she said she is filing the papers if I don't put her on a 180" deer. Haha

Saw a smoker buck chocolate rack 2 nights back Just past midnight prolly around 175in likely close to 30 inch width was searching out does 2 nights back ill throw a name Rodney Smith ranch look up elk creek the long gated lease road west of belle creek public ground like 5 miles west of there. South of beaver creek breaks need to get permission but mule bucks range alot when horny so work the public around there and you never know what you might catch moving around during the rut. I call it the displacement factor so if you have small area to hunt that is surrounded by primo untapped private all it takes is a slip up from a deer to have a chance!!!

 

[Tinesdown]

My bad wrong unit sry hunt west mostly just my thinking wrong trying to help but!

 

[1lessdog]

My bad wrong unit sry hunt west mostly just my thinking wrong trying to help but!

You were hitting the bottle again last night I see.

 

[Ericb]

Just out of your unit, hopefully you got your wife on one this weekend!

 

[Ericb]

If anyone has a 4b tag? Im pretty sure the deer know who's deer hunting and who's chasing elk.

 

[guywhofishes]

If anyone has a 4b tag? Im pretty sure the deer know who's deer hunting and who's chasing elk.

classic - how does it happen like that so often?

 

[7mmMag]

UPDATE! Tag is filled, I will provide the story and pictures later.

 

[Retired Educator]

i hope she enjoyed the hunt

 

[Eatsleeptrap]

UPDATE! Tag is filled, I will provide the story and pictures later.

OUTSTANDING!! Looking forward to it.

 

[7mmMag]

This was hands-down the most unforgettable hunt of my life. The badlands are my absolute favorite place on earth, so sharing that raw, surreal adventure with my wife made it nothing short of magical.

We pulled into our hunting spot at exactly 11 a.m. on Friday. We spent the first couple hours just getting the lay of the land. Then, out of nowhere, we spotted some bighorn sheep 350 yards off the road—total surprise and awesome to see. We watched them for about 20 minutes until they moved off and disappeared.

Now for the deer hunting. Friday afternoon and Saturday morning, we had opportunities at some solid bucks, but with my wife being brand-new to this, we couldn’t seal the deal.

First one was a legit 160-class buck on a little knob right off the road. We bailed out and closed in fast—literally 20 seconds from a clear shot when he vanished. Whole thing was over in two minutes.

Later that afternoon, we glassed another good buck and tried to loop around him. Turns out he had the same plan. He beat us to the punch, popped over the ridge first, and stared us down at 100 yards. She got the rifle up and ripped a shot—clean miss, but she was absolutely buzzing. First real hunting adrenaline rush, and she was hooked.

Saturday morning, she had one more crack at a nice buck, but he slipped away before she could settle the crosshairs.

Saturday afternoon, everything clicked.

I was glassing one draw while she glassed another when she spotted her buck with three does. They were drifting south, and with a steady northwest wind in our faces, it was textbook. We dropped in to intercept.

Creeping up the draw, the does crested first and pinned us—ten long seconds of eye contact before they bolted north. We sprinted to the rim, and there he stood, 150 yards across the next draw, staring after the does, totally oblivious to us.

She flopped prone, bipods down, rifle steady. He was quartering away; I whispered, “Right behind the shoulder.” Boom. The smack echoed, and he hunched hard—solid hit. He bolted down the draw, but trees swallowed him before we could see where he went.

I worked over to where he was standing and she stayed on the other side to guide me to where he was standing. I couldn't find a drop of blood anywhere. I crawled on hands and knees but couldn't find a drop, heart sinking. Then I trusted my gut, pushed through a thicket—and there he lay, stone dead, thirty yards from the shot.

When I found him, I hollered up the draw, “We’ve got our work cut out for us!” She yelled back, “Why?” I grinned and said, “Because you just killed your first deer!” She went dead silent for a second… then lost it. She couldn’t believe it.

Tagged, gutted, and racing daylight. The drag was brutal—all uphill—but worth every step. We hit the truck at full dark, loaded up, and rolled out on the 4.5-hour haul home, grinning the whole way.

I have to give a huge shoutout to @luvcatchingbass for the insight. He deserves a lot credit for this hunt so he was the first person I sent pictures to. People like him are what keep me coming back to this site. We really appreciate it!!

 

[Tinesdown]

Sweet congrats to your wife all those mulies have good bodies that buck is prolly 2.5 year old but smell the sage on them and you know you are dealing!! Good eats right there! Did you see the good one that still lives just fucking with you no worries im bieng dumb nice!!!

 

[Tinesdown]

This was hands-down the most unforgettable hunt of my life. The badlands are my absolute favorite place on earth, so sharing that raw, surreal adventure with my wife made it nothing short of magical.

We pulled into our hunting spot at exactly 11 a.m. on Friday. We spent the first couple hours just getting the lay of the land. Then, out of nowhere, we spotted some bighorn sheep 350 yards off the road—total surprise and awesome to see. We watched them for about 20 minutes until they moved off and disappeared.

Now for the deer hunting. Friday afternoon and Saturday morning, we had shots at some solid bucks, but with my wife being brand-new to this, we couldn’t seal the deal.

First one was a legit 160-class buck on a little knob right off the road. We bailed out and closed in fast—literally 20 seconds from a clear shot when he vanished. Whole thing was over in two minutes.

Later that afternoon, we glassed another good buck and tried to loop around him. Turns out he had the same plan. He beat us to the punch, popped over the ridge first, and stared us down at 100 yards. She got the rifle up and ripped a shot—clean miss, but she was absolutely buzzing. First real hunting adrenaline rush, and she was hooked.

Saturday morning, she had one more crack at a nice buck, but he slipped away before she could settle the crosshairs.

Saturday afternoon, everything clicked.

I was glassing one draw while she scanned another when she spotted her buck with three does. They were drifting south, and with a steady northwest wind in our faces, it was textbook. We dropped in to intercept.

Creeping up the draw, the does crested first and pinned us—ten long seconds of eye contact before they bolted north. We sprinted to the rim, and there he stood, 150 yards across the next draw, staring after the does, totally oblivious to us.

She flopped prone, bipods down, rifle steady. He was quartering away; I whispered, “Right behind the shoulder.” Boom. The smack echoed, and he hunched hard—solid hit. He bolted down the draw, but trees swallowed him before we could see where he went.

I worked over to where he was standing and she stayed on the other side to guide me to where he was standing. I couldn't find a drop of blood anywhere. I crawled on hands and knees but couldn't find a drop, heart sinking. Then I trusted my gut, pushed through a thicket—and there he lay, stone dead, thirty yards from the shot.

When I found him, I hollered up the draw, “We’ve got our work cut out for us!” She yelled back, “Why?” I grinned and said, “Because you just killed your first deer!” She went dead silent for a second… then lost it. She couldn’t believe it.

Tagged, gutted, and racing daylight. The drag was brutal—all uphill—but worth every step. We hit the truck at full dark, loaded up, and rolled out on the 4.5-hour haul home, grinning the whole way.

I have to give a huge shoutout to @luvcatchingbass for the insight. He deserves a lot credit for this hunt so he was the first person I sent pictures to. People like him are what keep me coming back to this site. We really appreciate it!!

4c buck damn alot left on the table Imo was there snow down that way? Their are good mulies down there its private with some imo. That unit but people usually poke on a first buck coming from east coast of nd I understand. Good luck let those older deer live right? Do they even exist##) idk its kinda like associated with private land but those guys hunt aswell so.

 

[bucksnbears]

Congrats Mrs 7mmMag.

 

[Zogman]

AWESOME. Thanks for sharing!

 

[NDSportsman]

Congrats to you and your wife!

 

[risingsun]

Awesome pics and story. Thank you!!!!!

 

[Twitch]

The badlands are a special place…congrats on your hunt!

 

[KDM]

This just made my day!!!! Thanks for letting us all come along 7. Congratulations you your lovely bride.

 

[Sluggo]

Thanks for the story! Pics are great too.

 

[TWN]

Nice job, thanks for the pic and the update. I was a little hesitant when my wife wanted to start deer hunting but it has been a good thing.