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We went into this hunt with high expectations and illusions of big bucks roaming the hills opening morning. Even though we had put a lot of time in scouting and had everything lined up for a slam dunk things didn’t go quite as planned. With much anticipation I picked my twelve year old daughter, Jaycie up from school on Thursday afternoon to head down to start her Jr hunt. We were to meet my cousin, her “uncle John” at camp that night. We arrived without incident to find dinner ready and some news that our utility trailer hauling my rzr had come unhitched from John’s truck wrecking the jack on the way to camp…not a big issue, we are in deer camp. We all got a fitful night’s sleep and were up well before daylight heading to our predetermined glassing spot. Everything was going just as I had envisioned, spotted a few does up feeding, the wind was in our faces, until the sounds of hounds filled the air. Fall bear was in full swing and apparently we weren’t the only ones that had been seeing the bears in this canyon as there were hounds busily trailing a fresh scent up and down the draws we were so busily glassing. My patience lasted all of about three hours before I decided we needed to pack up and head to our plan b location. We arrived midday and checked our trail cameras in the area and were pleasantly surprised to find the bucks were still moving through but most seemed to be well after dark. Not long into glassing Jaycie and I had a spike at 220 yards that she elected to pass. Even though we had some great bucks on camera Jaycie said she would take any buck except a spike…..too bad as this one would have been a very easy shot and pack out. Back into the optics we went and about an hour before dark John called me over to say he had spotted a buck we had nicknamed Tank. He has a huge body and a pretty good set of antlers to go with it. He was feeding about 700 yards from our location so we took off in a hurry to close the gap. We got to 370 yards and the waiting game ensued. Darkness fell without an opportunity at Tank as he was buried in the thick stuff and never presented a clear shot. Day two started out bright and early with the wind screaming and it was flat out cold for an October hunt. We buttoned down the hatches, bundled up and headed off to get set up before the first rays of sunlight peeked over the ridges. In no time at all we had a dozen does and one big bear spotted but no bucks. We decided to not go after the bear in hopes of getting Jaycie on a buck. Soon I spotted a lone buck feeding into a thick canyon. As the sun began to climb overhead the activity slowed considerably and the wind seemed to pick up. Around noon I was able to pick up a buck getting up for a stretch. He soon bedded back down and I showed Jaycie and John where he was located. Not long after Jaycie said let’s go get him dad. I patiently explained to her what exactly would be involved with going after this buck and the odds of actually getting a shot were slim. She looked me square in the eye and said so what’s the problem. Needless to say off we went with John staying behind to keep tabs on the bedded buck. With some time and luck we were able to close the distance to 250 yards. Right about the time we were getting set up John comes over the radio to say the buck was up and moving. We hurried to finish setting up just in time to see the buck feed into the brush. Finally the buck showed himself through a small opening and Jaycie took her shot. The buck spun around and headed back into the brush but soon showed himself and Jaycie took out both lungs and the buck dropped in his tracks. First Coues buck down! John hurried over to where we were at and we took some quick pictures. Now the work began. With light fading fast a quick plan was made that Jaycie and John would head down the canyon with the buck and I would go get the rzr to come up from the bottom. Right before we split up Jaycie took a head first tumble into a Spanish dagger. Unfortunately one big piece broke off in Jaycie’s wrist which made for a long hike out in the dark. We finally made it back to camp only to find the wind had torn off my awning, knocked the trailer off the jack (breaking it), and bending the tongue up to the point of separating the front cap from the sides. Oh well buck down and everybody in mostly one piece. John and I cleaned up Jaycie’s wrist and tried our best to get the thorn out but didn’t have any luck. By now it’s pushing midnight so we all decided to call it a day. The next day we broke camp and headed back to town. On the way we had a flat on the rzr trailer. No worries we had a spare. Off to the ER we go to get the thorn out. Jaycie ended up getting three stitches as the DR had to cut the thorn out. Ok finally on our way home and not thirty miles on the freeway and we had a blow out on the trailer. At this point we are laughing to keep from crying, another spare and back on the road. We finally made it home at 10:30 that night and much to my surprise and something that makes me so proud, my 12 year old daughter looks at me and says, “Dad it was so worth it”! I can’t wait for our next adventure. Trailer Tongue Jack = $35 Trailer Awning = $1,250 Electric Trailer Jack = $200 Front Cap of Toy Hauler = $5,000 Two Trailer Tires = $250 ER Visit = $125 Daughter’s first Coues deer = priceless!