Lookin4amonster Report post Posted January 10, 2019 If you ask me, there's not much greater than chasing these little Coues deer each December. My family & I always wait for the crowds of opening weekend to pass before we head down between Christmas/New Years annually, and we typically have the place to ourselves. This year was no different. The first day we got down there (myself excluded), my dad went out in the afternoon to glass a ridge we've always seen deer on. He spotted two bucks, and knew we had a plan for the morning. While he took a friend of ours to an area these deer might push to, my brother snuck up the backside to where the bucks were spotted the night before. No more than 2 minutes after coming around the a hillside to where that area was in sight, he spotted a buck broadside at appx 150 yards away. One shot later & he dropped this nice little 3pt in his tracks. As I was driving down that morning, simultaneously, I was disappointed to hear that I missed all the action, but excited he was able to seal the deal. That night, the temperature dropped significantly and we even took on some rain/snow. The plan for the next morning was to hike up high and spend the day. I only had 3 days at this point to tag out, and I'd had success previously going high to this one particular point. I wish I knew ahead of time just how cold/windy/snow-covered the higher elevation was, because I never would have gone up there. We saw a few does run up and over the top, but the consensus after only a few hours was that the cold weather had pushed everything down to lower elevations. On our way down a different route, we spotted a small small 2pt that my buddy wanted me to take, but I have killed plenty of small Coues deer in this area, I wanted to hold out for something bigger. And I'm glad I did. The plan for the next morning was to take a horse trail up to a saddle a couple of ridges over from where my brother shot his buck, and work my way west towards that area. I got up to my glassing spot right before light (any earlier and hypothermia would have set in), and immediately started seeing deer. All does for the most part, and another small buck that went up & over the top of a ridge before I could be tempted. I decided to continue on this horse trail that went around the backside of where that small buck went over, and took me to where my brother had success. I popped over the top onto the cold, shaded north-facing slope, and immediately kicked up one doe. She slowly meandered off, not too spooked. I kept walking and kicked up 5 more does that ran straight north out into the flats, but not necessarily hauling a$$. It looked like everyone was trying to stick pretty close. As I came to this rocky outcrop, the trail then hooks briefly back toward the way I came into a tiny little bowl. At that time, I heard my friend over the radio say he saw yet another small buck on the ridge line across from me. It was Saturday morning, I had one more day to close the deal, I thought "what the heck". So I sat on a rocky flat spot, threw my .270 Ruger over my shooting sticks and got setup on this deer. When I spotted him in my scope, his head was now behind an ocotillo and I could not confirm it was the same buck with 100% confidence, so I waited. In the meantime, I chambered a round. Right as I pushed the lever locking the bullet in place, a large 4pt buck jumped up behind me at 60-80 yards in that small bowl. He had been watching me the whole time. I quickly jumped up, threw the scope on him as he ran towards the top of the ridge. He briefly stopped at appx 120 yards, BOOM! Center punched, a little high. I could see the blood exiting his body as he managed to run another 30-40 yards. He started to slow his run again, BOOM! Spined him. It took one more finishing shot and he was done. This buck died no more than 50 yards from where my brother's died 2 days earlier. This is definitely my biggest Coues to date, and I could not be happier. I believe all those previous does in the area were hanging with him, and he was not content leaving them. Based on the fact that all previous 100-class deer I've seen in this area do NOT stick around when you jump them. I want to take this last minute to pay my respects to a close family friend/hunting buddy we lost a few months ago. Allen "Grizz" Samuelson. Or Uncle Sam to me. Him and my dad have been hunting friends since the early 80's in Steamboat Springs, CO, and he's always been a kind, helpful friend who wouldn't miss any opportunity to spend time out in the field with his friends. He was a big part of my life, and I know he was standing over me as I harvested my biggest buck to date. Miss you every day, buddy. RIP. 6 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Roosevelt Mark Report post Posted January 10, 2019 Right on! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CouesPursuit Report post Posted January 10, 2019 Nice story, congrats on your fine buck and RIP to your Uncle Sam. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
10Turkeys Report post Posted January 10, 2019 Nice Deer! Getting it done with a .270. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CatfishKev Report post Posted January 10, 2019 Great bucks, congrats. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Lookin4amonster Report post Posted January 13, 2019 Thank you all. Appreciate the kind words. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
