I just got back in from a Mule Deer hunt in the Ruby Mountain Range in Central/Eastern Nevada just East of the town of Elko. For those of you who aren't familiar with the State of Nevada despite what you see from the highway, we have a lot of diverse terrain worthy of making a trip. The area is best described as large expanses of desert with islands of alpine rock that at times resemble parts of Colorado or Utah.
The Rubys, in particular, have a lot of water from heavy snowfall and an ample number of springs. The combination of good water sources, steep hillsides, and desert hills makes for some prime mule deer habitat. In fact, the range is known around here for producing some monster bucks.
There are no amenities or towns on the East side of the range so bring a trailer or RV. You have to drive 30-40 miles for gas and food (the town of Arthur on the map above doesn't exist). 50 miles for extra bullets so come prepared.
Day 1: 10/4Our group consisted of myself and my friend Dietrich who were both sporting doe tags and Dietrich son who had a youth tag (in Nevada Youth Tags can shoot any kind of deer) and was working for a buck. We were running a little late out of Reno headed to Elko so we didn't get as much time as we wanted. I drove out with my buddies 17-year-old son in a Tahoe while my friend Dietrich drove out in the RV. After, listening to more rap than I care to ever listen to again we made it to Elko around 3pm.
This is a popular hunting area so we figured if we stayed away from Lamoille Canyon (worth going to if you are ever in the area) we could get around to the Eastside and avoid the crowds a bit. We ended up driving up through Secret Pass and Highway 229 and scouting that area.
While the area had great habitat it had fairly poor access across private land so we opted to push a little further South. There honestly weren't a lot of mid-week hunters and the ones we did run into were really happy to talk and coordinate with us so we didn't interfere with anyone else hunts
Day 2: 10/05 Birthday HuntThe first day of actual hunting was my 39th birthday and it couldn't have been better spent. We started with us getting out to the Gardner Creek Canyon and moving along a series of ridges and glassing the creek between the mountains and some nearby alfalfa fields. Just after sunrise a barrage of gunshots could be heard in the canyon below us and the gig was up. No deer would be moving up the canyon for the rest of the morning. No big deal because the range delivered on a great sunrise and spectacular fall colors:
Sunrise over Garner Creek Canyon
Hiking out in Fall colors
That afternoon we decided to move South into bigger terrain and get away from the other hunting parties so we headed down to Luttz Canyon. A short drive in lead us to a big open canyon starting at about 6,500ft up to 10,500ft peaks overhead. With smaller ridges and tributary features in between.
We again stationed our selves again on a hillside overlooking a water source and again seemed to be getting skunked. At about 5:45 Dietrich spotted a group of about 12 muleys at about 1.7 kilometers away on the other side of the canyon. With sunset at 6:17 we had to get our move on to get into range. Needless to say, we couldn't quite get the drop on them.
We glassed 11 doe and one buck and Dietrich ( a much better shot than myself) attempted a 340-yard uphill shot but to no avail. Day 1 wrapped up with a big fat goose egg.
Luttz Canyon from the valley below
Day 3: 10/06From the position, the previous day were we saw the deer last we found a group of trees and boulders to provide good cover. So the morning started early with an easy one-mile hike out to that outcropping. We were able to set up before sunrise as a group of three. While waiting at dawn we thought we had finally gotten the drop on the muleys.
Our plans came crashing down when the wind picked up from the East and must have carried our scent. All of a sudden the hillside below us exploded with crashing brush and by the time we could get a good view a group of four doe exploded across the canyon floor. They never gave us a profile and covered 400 yards in a matter of a minute. We were crushed.
After lunch and some long depreciating talk about our hunting skills, we settled on coming back to the same spot that afternoon around 4 pm and taking up a similar position. This time we were there for about an hour when I first spotted the original group of 12 coming down the ridge above us. Timid at first they stuck to the upper flanks for quite some time at a range of 450 yds. They slowly and sure worked their way down. 11 does and 1 buck trailing the group.
At 250 yards it was clear they weren't coming closer so we attempted to sync our shots. The 17y/o would fire first at the buck with the two adults taking does. As it turned out both of us would harvest does with quality shots and my friend's son would miss in hear breaking fashion.
Day 4: Teenage RedemptionAfter missing from 250 yds with a perfect broadside shot our young teenager needed some vindication (it should be said this kid shoots better than almost any adult on this board so I was blown away when he missed at 250). I assumed that we wouldn't see the deer back in the same location as the previous day's massacre. The only choice for us was to get up early and head high into the mountains chasing a big boy.
4 am came early (especially after the previous night's birthday libations) and we head as far up the canyon as we could get in the vehicle then again on foot. We glassed the surrounding ridges for about and hour before we saw a group on the ridge above us at about 8,000 ft. Just over 500 yards away. We crossed a beaver pond and up the opposite side of the ridge to conceal our position hoping to put us within a hunred yards.
To no avail. We made it to a spectacular shooting position in just over 20 minutes but the deer had moved and now working their way over the next ridge. We would repeat scenario yet again along a steep rugged hillside with poor cover. After moving position several times over 2 miles and almost 1,00ft elevation gain I was able to spot the group as they moved through an opening in the trees on, yet again, the next ridge.
As the brush was getting thicker we knew we were out of time. The kid took a 390 yard shot from ridge top to opposing ridge and made a perfect chest shot. I was stunned. It would take us almost half an hour, downclimbing a small cliff and climbing back up the other side, to get to his deer.
TLDR Version:
The Ruby Mountains have great mule deer hunting and we had a spectacular trip. I hunted with a teenager who made a mistake early on but redeemed himself by stalking a group for over two miles in really rough terrain and finishing with an almost perfect 1/4 mile chest shot on a deer.
I highly recommend hunting the Ruby Range.
One last parting shot of the Ruby Range