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February 2006 Trophy Of The Month
By Danny SieglerMy dad and I were going out to Limon, Colorado to hunt with Les Ezell and Sierra Grande Outfitters. My dad has been out there many times and has taken some monster mule deer. His biggest one to date was an 11x11 that net scored 213 Boone & Crockett points. This was my first time to come along on this hunt, and I was excited. My dad has been wanting to kill a monster typical. Since he already got his big non-typical, he wanted to get one on the typical side. Our guide, Steve Colplin, had been watching a 200+ inch typical all summer and fall and knew about where he was. The first morning of the hunt we set out on about a 30 minute drive to where Steve had been seeing this big deer. It was just barely getting light when we drove up over a hill overlooking a large wheat and millet field. It is still pretty dark but we could see the outline of lots of deer out in this field. We stopped the truck and turned off the lights waiting for it to get a little more light so we could glass the deer and see what they were. In the mean time we could see that two of these were much larger than the other deer, so we knew they were probably bucks. As it got light enough we could see that both of these deer were shooters. We hopped out of the truck and made a short stalk, the 2 deer we had been watching were sky lined against the horizon, and man what a sight that was, there were antlers everywhere. My dad plopped down and got ready to shoot, when all of a sudden another buck popped over the hill and our guide saw it. He said for my dad to shoot that one, because he thought it was the big typical that he had been watching all summer and fall. My dad quickly switched deer, and BOOM, down he goes. My dad was excited that he got his, but in the mean time, the other deer that my dad was going to shoot, just stands there and watches us. Me and my dad switch spots, and I take aim. BOOM, plop, down he goes. Both of them down like a sack of potatoes in under 20 seconds, about 15 feet apart from each other. As it turns out the one my dad shot was not the big one he was hoping for, but was one that you could not pass up. My dads deer scored out at 175, and mine scored 183. Both really awesome deer. First morning, first 10 minutes of daylight, both of them dead in under 20 seconds.
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