KYLEE ONOFRIECHUCK
A few years back, I was drawn along with my dad and two friends to hunt mule deer in South West Saskatchewan. One hot, dry afternoon my dad and I decided to walk the hills and sand dunes to see what we could come across. We seen multiple big deer and had a few unsuccessful attempts, but we had walked for hours. I spotted a mule deer buck laying on a hill quite a ways away. We crept and belly crawled along the rolling hills to catch a closer look. Reaching a hill giving me a nice look I waited to catch my breath before I leaned over it with my rifle, a lever-action Browning 243. As I posistioned myself to see through my scope the deer started to stand and stretch. BANG, and down he went mid stance! Unfortunately now we had to move him! The season was so dry that hunters weren't permitted to drive anywhere but the roads as to prevent exhaust fires and so we began our 11 mile walk back to our truck with my prize in tow! Eventually we found a fallen tree and hooked ourselves up as oxen one on each side with rope to my deer and we dragged him until we reached our truck where we loaded my one-sided hairless animal! What a hunt! My story soon became obsolete as later that week my dad was able to tag-out on a Boone & Crocket Mule Deer who happened to be a harder to kill deer but with significantly less work!!
Category: Hunting