It was the last day of the season and I had hiked about 1.4 miles from my truck according to my GPS. It seems the deer know when they are far enough away from the roads and trucks and 4-wheelers that convey the local hunters. It was 1:30 p.m. and I sat down under a large pinion pine tree on a rock and prepared my MRE lunch. I was glassing around the little canyons below me abit when I saw a doe and fawn sleeping about 200 yards away. I took a photo and ate some peanut butter and jelly on crackers. As I watched the doe and fawn a three pointer walked out and started to feed around in the small meadow below about 30 yards from the doe and fawn. I watched for a few minutes while eating my lunch. I took a photo of the buck. I looked at him several times between bites and finally decided to look at him through my scope. I ranged him with my laser ranger finder at 206 yards. I was looking through my scope and thought how my sons both wanted deer meat or any meat for that reason. I decided to shoot the 3 point. I settled on the point behind the front shoulder and put off the safety. Boom, and it was work time. I finished my lunch and cleaned up my mess to not litter then went down to clean my deer and drag it to a powerline road about .4 mile to the west. The rest is history and in the freezer.
