I had been anticipating this hunt for months ever since I found out the news, that my brother and I had both drawn out to hunt muley’s together in Colorado! This tag had taken nine years of putting in to finally draw out. The morning of the hunt my brother and I split up in separate vehicles in hopes of finding a big buck. At first light my dad and I were glassing over a ridge as the radiant sun illuminated the sky turning fluorescent orange. My dad spotted a nice 4-point down a deep draw, chasing after some does in the rut. 

We tried to make a stalk on the buck, slinking along in the Colorado sagebrush. The brisk morning air saturated the sagebrush, and filled my lungs with excitement. As soon as I got down the ridge I could no longer find the buck we were after, so we continued hunting. Minutes later, I got a call from my brother. “I got my buck! He’s still got his velvet on too!” I could hear the excitement in his voice. He had tagged out on a nice 4×3 buck early opening morning.