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Hey man I dont judge.

After ranging twice I settle my 3rd pin (sighted exactly in at 45 yards) on him and I release. I hear the thump of a hit. I notice a smaller buck running along side monica as chaos breaks loose, like I tried to assassinate the president. Bucks are running everywhere. I keep an eye on monica making sure I dont lose site knowing he/she will go down any second. I go to where I shot and look for my arrow. Nothing. no blood. I go to where I last see them and find a piled up deer and say to myself finally. I look at the horns and go where is the rest of it. For a fleeting second I wont lie to you and say I didnt consider going after the big buck. Apparently when I ranged the second time and the seconds it took to reaquire the target the little guy stepped in front of his dad enough to take an arrow to the face. I sat there reminiscing over the past couple of weeks. the bucks I missed, passed and seen and just laughed. Here is my monster strip buck. Hope you guys enjoyed the ride. the ending wasnt what I expecting either.

I get 65 yards, close enough for a shot. then one of the little MFer's that was with him got nervous and bounced. I keep with it and get within 50 yards of the main group (6 bucks) with the big 3 15 yards back. They finally had enough of my shenanigans and busted down the mountain. I watch them and follow I get within 100 yards of the main group again and I do not see the big 3. they go to the west and north. I catch up find all of the bucks but the big 3. I play tag with them for the next hour and he never shows up. I stop and have lunch and think wait a second I never got to the top and none of the other bigger bucks showed there head. I start climbing that hill again. I have about 5 hours left of hunting and Im still committed to that next level buck. these little guys were trying to tempt me on the way up. I get to what I think the bedding area is and nothing. I am on the road to the residence and decide to take the road back down. I get a few hundred down the road and I see this little guy I figure its the three little bucks I seen a few days ago and dont give it to much credit. Than I see this. This got my attention. I start looking harder when heads started popping out of the oak brush like whack-a-mole. Now think back to the first page of this post, when we deciding between monica or rachel - typical or non-typical- (lee if your reading this ginger or maryann) That typical is monica and under the tree 101 yards from me. There is an opening of about twenty yards that doesnt allow me to make a direct stalk. I am sitting there planning my next move when the wind shifts and they get a solid wiff of my unbathed butt. they move to the west and I parallel them on the road. they settle just to left of the field on the picture. I watch them mill around and start to bed. I get off the (closed to vehicles) road and make my move. I see where Monica beds and alter my stock to get into range of him/her. Pretty easy to cut 50 yards off I am now 45 yards away. One of the little MFer's catches my movement and the herd stands. Monica is open and broadside. I range once and I dont want to mistake twice like I did with my first miss. I release. Decided to build the suspense.. conclusion on the next post.

what appendage was he waiving with?

I did

Last Day! My vacation is burnt (and so am I) I havent had a shower in ten days, ran out of wipes four days ago and underwear three days ago. Including my Bison hunt I have spent 43 days north of the canyon this year and honestly am a little tired of hunting. That being said I am still committed to taking a buck that takes my breath away when I see it. I have taken very good animals throughout the state and am committed to that next level. I go to the the Supped up Geo Trackers spot and nothing. I go through the fields with the typicals and I see nothing. the guy that was camped there flagged me down and lets me know he hit one of the typicals in the hind leg and broke it. I help him look a bit, wish him well, I have a game plan I am going to glass some spots on my way back to black rock, hunt the top in the middle of the day, go to the pretty bucks area at sulivan in the evening and head out at dark. driving the 8 hours to my house after legal shooting lite. I drive a bit down the road and see these guys putting on a show a twenty yards away. I start heading towards black rock and try to glass where one of the professionals was set up earlier in the hunt. the wind is rocking and I cant keep my tripod still so I go directly to black rock. I am the only one on the mountain and I head to where I think their bedding area is (between the tower and the house) I get about half way and I spot a dink buck looking at me, then I see the big 3. I figure last day, he will work. I take these pictures at 76 yards and with my past history with him I feel I can get closer. I get to 65 yards... conclusion on the next post. this one is getting cluttered.

Ok per Delw request, I'll holdout till thursday so everybody can keep there mind on elk.

writing the conclusion now. It was a busy day, so a lot of detail.

Saturday crunch time. I decide to go back to dellenbaugh from parashant and go after matrix again. My plans get altered when I see this guy feeding 100 yards off the road. (im having to trim the pics so the can fit, Quality defiantly isnt as good) They bounce left and then right. I trail and get to 70 yards the bounce across the field and I watch them settle down in some pines. I do an epic stock and spend an hour within 65 yards waiting. the two crappy little bucks get to 50 yards and go back. the wind is starting to get unstable. A yellow jacket lands on my glasses and various parts of my body. it eventually bites my left calve. I cry without making a noise. then a honey bee lands on me (i am moderately alergic) it drinks the tears from my eye and I believe her or his friend stings me through my right sock. I am more determined than ever. the stupid little guys are 90 degrees to my right, the big guy is straight ahead. The wind shifts and they bolt. I yell a bad word that would be edited if I wrote it. I go after Matrix again and the bee sting kicks in and I fall asleep for a bit. Saturday evening I go back to california's spot and have a 180 class buck at 61 yards and decide that I still have time to find a big buck.

yep. the major theme of parashant.

Friday I got to where the California guide has been going with his new Mexico client at dawn. Beautiful place. Looked elky to me. I see three bucks , one shooter, and spend the morning catching up to no avail. I spend midday going after matrix, no luck. Early afternoon I go to where I saw the first giant typical no luck, but I do find this. Sorry the field photos didn't take I get lost on parashant and have no idea where I slept.

ok, nearly caught up with my 300 emails for the week I was gone from work. Im keeping it sequential. think of my last post as a Quinten Taratino movie where its not in order. Wednesday I go after the boss buck and sit in his bedding area for the day. I find these guys in my first moments of glassing My view for breakfast I get to the top and get pinned by this guy at 25 yards. Fortunately hes solo and doesnt care about me very much. I stay in the bedding area most of the day and the boss doesnt show up. I was working my way to the edge when another (or the same) sleeping buck is at 30 yards or so. The evening I drive around a bit on black rock and decide I want to go after Matrix. I head out and get about half way and guess what, I get another flat. this one with side wall damage. I spend the night on the side of the road and head back to see my new friend at Southern tire in St george. I learn that when they grade hwy 5 (big piece of dirt road it sharpens the rocks and the reason for the flats) They hook me up with a deal and I get back to dellenbaugh during a torrential downpour. I wait it out. I get to this one little field and I have a giant 4point at 40 yards from my truck. I get out and he saunters off. The evening ends with me taking this pic. note the rainbow. I sleep at the turnoff to parashant and dellenbaugh that night. Trying to figure which way I am going to go.

Well that took a plot twist I wasnt expecting. long butt drive to show low tonight.

Last post for me until the conclusion. Headed down to dellenbaugh. That voice in my head keeps telling me to go after matrix. Today I found every buck in the group except the three biggest ithink they left. Another hunter is hunting them as well which makethe plan going back that way easier.

I make a decent living selling light bulbs, oh I mean outside sales for an electrical distributor. I'd have a lot more money if the cartels that run state colleges didn't know how to suck every penny from you. I know drug dealers with more ingritity than those guys. Got into the smaller guys of the herd this morning after breakfast (an orange and beef jerky)I'm headed to the bosses bedding area for an all day sit

Ok he's here with his wife. Nice guy.

Does he drive a grey Dodge?

Is his name Breck? Or does he drive a white tundra?

fun evening. WARNING PICTURE INTENSIVE!! i found a the buck that makes me lose my breath. I get back from St George and try to check out a spot on Mudd Mountain. I can see where camping was extensive and the place was hit hard. I go back up top and see the husband and wife team. Hes going after that 5x6 he has on camera. Not expecting to much I go high vantage point and start glassing. Nothing. I am thinking I should be at the waterhole I was at this AM so I pack up my bag and start moving than that same hard horn 2 point pins me. I dont move and they go back to what they were doing than 150/160 class "dink" gets to 25 yards and doesnt take his eyes off of me for 5 minutes. I dont even twitch. The three small bucks eventually pass. I know they are part of the bigger herd so I creep up and startle a few bucks they scramble 50 yards to right, 75 yards away. I figure well they have me busted so I'll keep trying. I inch forward and see this. I dont move and they go back to chewing there cud. I see big horns and inch closer. I am judging him and strongly considering. If I had any other tag I would have emptied my quiver. I put my bow down to resist temptation some more gratuitous 3 point pics I inch closer, im now within 50 yards of the two 4 points and the big 3. Then some more bucks move in. I first see this guy then this little fellow pops out. Im thinking where is the big guys at? then the boss shows (not sure if the side view is the boss or another buck) I snap a couple of blurry pics and then I think I should be freaking shooting my bow. right then canter off. I get to 35 and trip on a rock and they bounce. they will be back tomorrow (I hope and I will focus on this guy) his main beams are freaking sic and he made me loose a breath. I may even wear camo tomorrow. Keep in mind a strip buck ear to ear on average is 26". the average south of here is 24"

these were scaleys. Had the yellow top knot and everything.

Fortunately, I speak 'Guide' pretty well and can decipher what he is saying. lol. Side note another flat, at a tire shop in st george right now and getting caught up on work emails.

Today 9-2 I drove halfway from oak grove to Black rock last night, intending to go the rest of the way in the predawn hours. I get about to the turnoff to Mudd Mountain, when i see water on the ground and parts and pieces off to the side. One of the Utah guides had hit a doe and wiped out his vehicle. I clear room for him and take him up to the top so he can meet up with the guy he is helping. I sneak into the area where that big herd that I have been posting pics of has been hanging. Apparently, a couple of bucks in that group went 230" inches or so. Who Knew. I find them, less than a hundred yards away and they seem jittery. I take a couple of pics of the smaller ones and look for the big guys. then this guys look my direction but not at me. The guide I had just helped is behind me. Apparently several of the bucks were killed during the week I had to work. The guide and I talked for quite a bit and he lets me know that majority of my hitlist has been obilterated. we meet once again with the other hunter on the mountain. His wife just killed 180" and he is staying the full hunt. and then I go and check my trail camera the reason I asked that question earlier is because I could probably record it. and that buck is kinda cool. oh yeah that lion is still on the prowl. I spend the evening chasing the pretty buck. He is now hard horned and has a couple of friends. I was at the edge of the field he has dinner in, ironically making dinner when the storm started hitting. Thinking he wouldnt come cause of the rain, I drive through and meet him and his buddies in the brushy part of the field . they leave in a hurry. tomorrow, i will sit one of the three tanks that a has water on black rock.

I Get into the grove of hunting the strip, either sit water or drive around. My choice this morning is drive around. I see this guy and consider putting a stalk on. The Bucks have lost or are starting to shed there velvet making them look not as good. then his friend pops out I go down the road a bit and see this guy I spend mid day back looking for Matrix, that 6xwhatever that I missed earlier leaving the area and going to Oak Groove. Wear your best camo if you check water down there, you will get your picture taken. I keep going south until a view of the western half of the grand canyon, on my wake back I see some Scale Quail. I thought it was unusual.

Me and another guy on black rock. most of the big bucks are dead, still a few around. Side note that handle bar buck was killed in nevada two seasons ago.

Saturday 8/31 Ok, I seen what the roads are like and decide to take it to the extreme. I found a place on google earth called Suicide tank on Suicide Point. several miles from the nearest road, I make the journey with enough supplies to last two days maybe three if I stretch it. I leave at first light, packed heavy with water, food and bedding I get there about 1200. This is what I find. On mojave park its dry AF. I make the journey back and get to the truck around 530. I start driving around because my legs are to wobbly to walk. See this little guy first And then catch this little guy at water And round off the evening with this guy at 50