My Roommate's Muley...

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Hey guys, my roommate just got back from his muley hunt in Wyoming this last sunday. We just got around to uploading his photo's today though. This is his first muley he has taken with a bow. He shot this deer September 6th around noon. He shot this buck at 22 yards after a 3 hour stalk. It grosses 194" and netted 184". It wont be officially scored until after the 60 day drying period though.

He was using his max-4 bowtech allegiance(crackerized), carbon express maxima's fletched with blazers, 85 grain g5 montecs, carter release, and realtree's advantage max-1 camo.

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Re: My Roommate\'s Muley...

Thanks guys, I just got an account a few minutes ago. I really appreciate the praise and am looking forward to being on the forum. I also posted on Archery Talk and will give a full story soon.

Thanks again.

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I was hunting in Region J Area 64, between Wheatland and Laramie.

Now for the story.

It was around nine o'clock Wednesday September the 6th. I had already been out that morning early and seen some nice bucks and one that was larger than the deer that I shot which mad me sick. With no success and seeing some deer already go to bed around eight o'clock I started to make my way off the hills back to the Ranch House to meet my buddy who had been out also that morning. We had been having great success seeing deer move beds around ten to noon in the eighty degree clear blue sky weather. So we loaded up the truck with a Swarovski ATS 80mm scope and some water and went to some usual spots to glass.

Around nine, my buddy had spotted a huge framed buck bedded against a black flat rock and we began to look him over and noticed that he was broken up and out of the velvet which for the 6th was very unusual. I wasn't interested in the buck at all because I didn't think there was any way that he would book since he was only a 3x2 with all the points broken. So my buddy began around this very large large hill that would have taken about a half hour to climb before he could even stalk. As he got about a quarter of the way up the hill on his stalk the buck started to get up and feed a little and soon passed over the top of the hill.

So I began to glass again in the truck while signaling my buddy to come back down, Game Over. So I started to glass again farther to the South along this large ridgeline that directly feeds to our East alfalfa feilds. I start to see some does then more does then a large large body with a very noticeable strut. As I change view to the scope I begin to see not one but two gorgeous bucks feeding across the north face of this hill around to the west face.

As my buddy got down the hill we quickly moved to relocate the bucks and after about ten minutes of searching and second guessing the buck finally poped out to me bedded in the shade and just from his frame I could tell this was a dandy. After reviewing the hillside around the buck as much as I could it was hard to keep my eye off the buck where he lie. One thing that worried me immediately was that I couldn't see the does or the other giant that was with him.

As I started to plan the stalk with the wind being perfect where the buck was bedded he made the typical big buck move and moved again and laid down in front of some large boulders in between two ponderosa trees at the top of this mamoth hill. As he settled in I couldn't have gotten more nervous at the time because I knew that this buck was stalkable and the wind was slightly out of the west at face and also that he was a monster in my book.

My buddy then traded me spots and I grabbed my bow, binocs, and facemask making sure I had the bare essential for what was going to be either a sucess or a failure and a long hike. Up and around the hill I started and along the way I checked my wind and also for does that have picked me out hundreds of times before. There was a clear path with a little cover along the ridgeline where I could stay out of sight of any deer that was bedded in the ravine below the buck and I slowly made my way up the hill.

Peeking over the ridgetop I saw the truck with my buddy in the bed more than a mile away looking up at me in the scope and I knew this was a good thing. For he was still watchin the deer and not driving up toward the hill to pick me up. We also had a signal to move the truck if the buck moved. He hadn't moved. As I got to the top and I saw the two trees where I had marked the buck I began to shed my boots which is regular practice for me ecspecially with the gentle breeze that was blowing accross the top of the hill as I approched the would be bed of the buck that scared me from the moment I laid eyes on him. So off goes the boots and then a hundred yards after that the binoculars. It was now game time and I could see the boulders that were above him that I had been staring at during the roots of the stalk. I began to shake refusely especially my knees as I was stepping from rock to rock and lightly on loud dry ground. I then peeked over the rocks and saw fuzzy tips and I knew that It was still a possibility. There has always been a great feeling in my opinion hunting in this type of terrain when you make a long long climb and then you can begin to have fun knowing that the buck is there and its you and him. I stepped up onto a large boulder that would put me over the top with a view at the buck when all of a sudden the boulder shifted with my weight ever so slightly and it made a soft rocking noise. This was it, I saw the tips of his back forks move in that direction and I felt again the sinking sick hearted feeling that had happened a hundred times before for a hundred different reasons. After seeing the buck **** his head back towards my direction I slowly lowered my head for he had not seen me just yet, but hust heard a sound which is enough for most big bucks. I sat on the top of the bolder for about ten minutes but what seemed like an hour with the bucks antlers still looking back at me. Then I reached to my head a remembered a signal that my buddy and I had during a stalk to try to make the buck stand up in situation similar to mine. We would tip our hats off our heads but in this situation I was pinned down. All that I could do was tap my hand on my head which I did about ten times before barely hearing my buddy down at the truck start screaming an yelling my direction. This signaled me to again peek over the boulder and look at the monsters tips and in amazement they were pointed back down the hill. It had worked for once and this was my oppritunity. Then I raised completely up standing on the boulder at full draw searching for the back of his vitals. The boulder wasn't high enough. I had no angle at his shoulder and all I could see was a massive set of fuzz and a neck and floppy ears. It took me about a quarter of a second to decied my range and the fact that I could sneek a montec over and between the rocks in his spine. The arrow released and 330fps of crackerized yellow tipped carbon made its way toward the monster and in his neck and out the other side. Instantly the buck layed over and was probably paralyzed. Immediate joy and adrenaline hit me like a hammer when I knew that he was more than likely done. The deer started to make some movements that then made me uncomfortable and in fear of anything unexpected happening I stepped around the boulder I shot off of and sent another arrow through his lungs. Once that happened it sunk in to me and two deep breaths later he expired. I then uncontrollably screamed at the top of my lungs realizing that I took one of the top archery bucks the state had ever seen. My buddy had already been screaming seeing the whole thing through the 60x scope once my first shot sent a stream of blood out the front of his neck.

Once I got my hands on the buck it was the first velvet I had ever felt and the first mule deer antlers I had ever felt during bow season and one that I will never ever forget.

That moment to me is what life is all about. I won't forget huting that week with my buddy for eternity. We then did all of the work getting him off the mountain and to the taxidermist who happened to be a pope and young scorer to have him measured in at a very conservative gross of 194 3/8 and a net of 184 1/8.

Sorry if the spelling and sentence structure is poor. Its late and this is about the only time I can sit down and write.

Thanks for hearing my story.

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