Ok, here's my CO 2nd Rifle recap...
There were 5 of us with a total of 4 tags (1 mule deer, 2 elk, 1 bear). I had the muley tag and was the only one to tag out. In fact, I was the only one to get a legitimate shot at any animal. Since the hunt was largely unexciting, my recap will be short and sweet.
First, our camp for the week...
We spotted a handful of elk on Friday (the day before season opened) at ~1,000 yards away in a meadow. We tried to get on them opening morning/day, but were not able to relocate them. They were close to a small parcel of private land when we saw them, so it's possible they hung out there for the duration of our hunt.
On day 3, we jumped up two mule deer bucks from a small reservoir (a small forky and another forky with approx. 12" forks). I was unable to get a shot at them, even though they stopped and looked at us within 150 yards or so. It was mostly because they were obstructed by bushes and I wasn't comfortable with the way my rifle felt against my pack strap. About a half hour later, we walked right past another forky watching us at about 20 yards. I had time to stop, turn to my dad and buddy and point him out, and then watch him circle us and walk away down the trail we just came from. I'm not really sure why I didn't shoot him, but I just kind of stood there and watched him walk away. After he walked away, I spent the next few hours enduring ribbing from my dad and buddy over why I didn't shoot him and asking if I was "huntin' meat or horns", haha.
Later on day 3, we set up back at the small reservoir to hunt the evening. At some point in the past, someone was nice enough to craft a makeshift "stand" in a nearby tree, so that was my post for the evening.
During the few hours that I sat there, I made up my mind that I would shoot the next legal buck I had a chance at. There were a few reasons: 1) we had not seen much else to shoot and if I tagged out it would help our overall camp morale, 2) if I tagged my muley, we could focus more on getting my buddy an elk, which had so far given us the slip, and, most importantly, 3) my dad was there with me. He was on the trip with us last year when I killed my first bull, but he was elsewhere hunting with my brother. This time he was right beside me, and I didn't want to let the time pass without making a great memory with him. So.... there we sat waiting for any legal buck.
Around 4:45, a deer came over the dam of the reservoir to water. I immediately confirmed it was a buck and within about 5 seconds, he was on the ground. The 180gr 300WM did it's job and he dropped in his tracks. Unfortunately, I didn't account enough for the crosswind, so the bullet went right through both shoulders. I was kind of upset about that. I would have preferred a lung shot right behind the shoulders.
He ain't much, but he's a public land DIY mule deer...
We spent the next 3 days of the hunt trying to get in front of an elk, but came up empty handed. Reports from other hunters and stores in the nearest town seemed to echo our experiences. Everyone was seeing mule deer, but very few were able to put an elk down. Oh well, we'll try again next year.
Here are a few random landscape pics I took...