What a great time we all had. We missed many of our friends who were not able to come up and spend time at the "Man Camp". Dad, Scott Wilde, John Carpenter, Todd Pitcher (Sorta, he was there but left early because of miss communication by me), and various of Tony's friends were not able to come. we especially missed Missy's beau Tom Soran. We did have our beloved Uncle Kevin, Greg Nichols, Conner Klassen, Tony and I.
We left after church on sunday to set up the camp. of course, we did it in the dark and got ready for the next day. It was nearly 2 am by the time we set it all up. We did not wake to early the next day but, our camp is right there where the deer are. At least in other years. We actually didn't see any bucks all day long on the first day. We hunted all of our usually good areas that are consistant producers of deer and found nothing but elk and does. we made it back to camp in the dark at around 8:30 or so expecting to see our buddy Todd waiting for us. We didn't but Kevin did prepare the absolute best Taco Soup on the planet. It was so good we ate it for breakfast the next morning.
The following day we deecided to hunt lower as we were'nt seeing anything that was up high that was worthy of taking. Amazingly, it was blowing a freezing cold wind that would cut you to the bone. We climbed to the top of where we last left off and kept hunting the ridge down. we tried to stay on the leeward side of the wind. It worked! we got down by Monolithe rock and in the bowl behind the Monolithe Conner connected with his first 3 point buck. He was guided by the best guide in the world, Tony! Congrats Conner boy!!!!