Last weekend Bryce and I drove to Ibapah to ship cows and go deer hunting. We left Thursday evening. As we drove the 20 minuets to Brigham City I realized that I left my deer license at home. We had to drive all the way back and get it. Thank goodness that I have a great husband that was more than willing.
Friday morning we woke up early and gathered the cows. We sorted out the calves from their mommies. This year we loaded them right on the truck and sent them on their way. There was no waiting. All in all the process went smooth. Krystal showed up right when all the work was done:) We were glad to have her there.
Later that day Bryce, Krystal, and I went for a ride. Krystal and I rode on the four wheeler and Bryce on the motorcycle. We got a little lost, or maybe I should say that our road disappeared. We found a new road and headed for home. Krystal and I had fun, although I don't think she trusts my driving anymore.
Saturday morning we woke up early, got dressed in our camo and bright orange and headed out for a buck. After searching around and waiting all day we finally spotted us a little buck in the evening. Nathan, Bud, Bryce, and Krystal waited back on a little hill scoping out the deer. My dad and I drove the four wheeler up a road to get a closer shot. The deer saw us so my dad dropped me off sending me to some rocks with my gun. I walked my way up the side of the hill hoping that the deer would go about there business, not noticing me. When I reached the rocks I was out of breath. I think I had a little "Buck Fever". I got my dead rest on a rock when they started heading out. This little buck stood broad side to me and I took my shot. I looked up seeing that he was wounded. He ran a little ways and finally went down. Everybody came rushing up with the four wheelers and we took him down the mountain and gutted him. He was just a two point, but I was proud of my kill.
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