It is October 1st, the first day of deer season here.
Here is Wyoming, and hunting season is the ultimate as far as the residents are concerned. Everything else is second to hunting season even the schools consider the first day of hunting season to be an excused absence!
I decided to go hunting alone this year, as my usual hunting buddies could not make the annual trip until later in the month. I have never missed the opening day before so I figured I would just go on without them. I had 3 days to myself and settled into camp as usual.
I awoke to the natural sounds of mother nature and after doing the things that an early morning wakeup required I made my way out to the best spot I had found on other visits to this area to hunt my deer. I did not have to wait long before this very large buck came into site. I set my scope onto him and fired. He fell as soon as the bullet hit him. I hiked down to him, about 200 yards, and began to field dress him so I could carry him out to camp. This all happened on the first day so I still had plenty of time as far as my trip was concerned to play a little.
While I was field dressing the buck a couple of other hunters came by. We talked a little and I discovered that they were from another state and really had no idea where they were. I told them that I was through hunting but still had a few days left for my trip and would be happy to guide them. They were very happy and told me they would help me finish what I was doing so we could get started sooner.
We ended up at their camp about mid afternoon with nothing to show for their effort thus far. I told them that we should go to bed early as I would be taking them out an hour before dawn in the morning and they would all be getting the kills they were here for.
That morning we all headed out of camp and two hours later the 6 of us returned, all with nice sized bucks!