I had just checked my watch which showed I had an hour left of my Wyoming mule deer hunt. Man had it been full of action, but no buck tagged. It was one of those hunts, in one of those hunting areas that you enjoyed every second and every view. I was watching some Canadian geese settling on the winding stream behind my treestand, when quick moving gray caught my eye. Better yet, gray with horns!
A week earlier, I had driven into the sleepy area of Wyoming, known as Savery Creek. There lives one of the best archery outfitter’s in the world, Mr. Bo Stocks. If you know Wyo. trophies, you know Bo’s hunters have an incredible success rate on trophy mule deer, antelope, elk and lion. To boot, a trout fisherman’s dream.
I’d met Bo a few years before, through Sam Lemon who books quality hunts and predator control all over the world. It was at the ATA (Archery Trade Association) show and there I hashed out a deal for an antelope hunt in 06. That ended up with a 77+ goat in 3 hours. This is country and people that you can get mighty used to mighty quick, I knew I’d be back for the giant mule deer bucks I saw every day of this hunt.
Bo’s camp was nearly like ATA, there was a crew from ESPN, the good ol’ boys from Mossy Oak, Turbo and Josh. The ever good, Steve Sims and most of his staff. All here for one thing; the incredible trophies that abound on Bo’s private lands in vast Wyoming.
Example? First day in camp one of my roommates stuck a PY mule deer and a BC antelope. To make it better, this was the first arrows he’d shot west of the Mississippi.
The next week I stalked, waited and hid from more trophy mule deer than most men can imagine. I was 4 yards from a 170+ and couldn’t get the shot off. I was within 40 yards of many book mulies and coyotes. The reason I didn’t shoot was I was by myself and filming myself and if it ain’t on tape it didn’t happen so I passed the bucks with a heavy heart. The coyotes? They weren’t so lucky. I shot one of them on film and gave the other a hair cut. Wish I’d retrieved the thick pelt now but I didn’t want to disturb the bedding area.
Every morning and evening when I’d walk up or down the mountain, I would stop and find myself smiling at the sunsets and sunup’s. That is how pretty this game rich country is. If I only had one more hunt, it would be this one. Damn I love the smell of sage at sundown. Sweet.
The last morning of my hunt, I’d intercepted a bachelor group of bucks and been within 40 yards. By the time I pulled out, I’d been very close to 3 bunches of bucks, 85% would book but unable to negotiate camera, bow shooting lanes and deer simultaneously. It made for another cardiac day in Savery Creek.
OK, it was the last evening, storms threatened, and I wanted a mule deer.
The Mulies, several of them, 2,3,4 does, a spike and right where you’d expect him, a 4X4. That one being behind and running. I turned my camera on and picked up my light Alpine bow. I thought there was some mechanical problem because I was shaking so hard the arrow popped off the Rest. Mule deer do that to me where other animal’s don’t and ain’t it good?
The deer were on a crisp walk by the time I brought up my Alpine Saber. The buck was alone and appearing like he wanted to stop and take a bit of the alfalfa. When he paused, my Magnus Buzzcut was off, lighting the way was the incredible Lumenok. Follow through is so easy with a bow like the Saber with absolutely no hand shock or noise. If I hadn’t seen the arrow I might not have known I’d shot during the excitement.
I had ranged all significant points in the field with my Nikon Monarch Rangefinder, but I went blank. Fortunately my veteran bowhunting eyes were fixed on a spot and that is exactly where my arrow went. The mule deer bucked like a spurred bull comin’ out of a rodeo chute. I watched him as he made a half circle pilling up in 100 yards just before he made it back to the wooded creek bottom.
Although I had passed up over trophy 20 bucks in range while on this hunt, it came down to the last hour and I was thankful for the opportunity at this boy. He sported a respectable 18 inside spread and gave me trophy memories galore. This buck was in the low % of the bucks I’d seen just to give you an idea of the amount of mature deer in those creek bottoms. Didn’t matter. I had enjoyed the thrill of both successfully stalking and stealthing big mule deer bucks. I knew without the attempt to film I would’ve had one, but that didn’t matter. It was enough to have been there within bow range, to admire them. I had used up a bit of Wildlife Research Scent Killer and tore a hole in my camo, but both had served me well. I also knew, God willin’ I’d be back and hold out for one of the monarch’s that haunt the creek bottoms of southern Wyoming.
I am always kinda sad to leave Wyoming. The state and its people are my favorite of all the Western states, full of lots of trophy mule deer and antelope, along with a very good, likeable outfitter like Bo Stocks and family. Who would want to leave?
If anyone is wanting a hunt that you will see lots of PY and BC mule deer and antelope contact Bo Stocks at firstname.lastname@example.org for the absolute best bow combo in the U.S. I took a 77+ antelope with Bo last year on the first day and his goat hunters produce close to 50% BC. To book Bo’s hunt and other great ones all over the world contact Sam Lemon at email@example.com Last year Bo’s archery mule deer averaged, if you take out one lil buck, over 190. If you contact Bo or Sam, please mention this article.