Thought I wouldn't have a day off to hunt during deer season some years back, but unexpectedly got 2 days off. So since I hadn't scouted any area, I accepted an invitation to go with a friend from work. The area was rimmed by aspens, it felt like a great prospect for a big muley. I noticed a small spring dribbling off the side of the hill to our right , less than 100yds from camp, thinking "too good to be true".We camped overnight and were up before dawn on opening day. I wanted to hang to the right and sit tight to watch the breaks in the quakies near that spring. But my friend urged me to hit the deep woods to our left with him. We jumped a small 4 point, but didn't get a shot off; we continued deeper and deeper into thick brush down a ravine, until we were at the bottom of the mountain. Then traversing the side of another ravine, we slowly made our way back towards camp, having sighted nothing else. 4 hours later, we are finally appoaching camp, and we hear two shots coming from the direction of our camp.
We run up on another hunter, who was standing over the biggest 6point(that's 12point to you Easterners), Muley I'd ever seen. The deer had been shot 40 yards to the right of our camp and was lying next to our firepit. The fellow who shot that deer stated that it had been traveling with another LARGER buck in the lead which ran right through our camp. He had taken the smaller muley which he was closer to and he had a better shot at. Lesson I learned, FOLLOW YOUR INSTINCTS......

Whiskey,

We can all identify with that one. It is kinda like switching lanes in traffic to get a little edge when your gut tells you not to but you do anyway and you get stuck in slow traffic. Or... you pull into a parking lot and your gut says to pull right up frot for a parking spot but your head says "no way there will be any spots" so you park at the end and on the way to the store you pass two or three empty spaces close to the door.

That small voice needs to be listened to more often. :D

Dave :)