I love to hunt mule deer! Mule deer hunting can be one of the toughest, most rewarding things you ever do. I’ve seen mule deer belly crawl past hunters 20 yards away on a sagebrush hillside, or slowly lay their head on its side as someone walks by a few yards away with no clue that they are there. You have to work for a big buck, but sometimes you get the opportunity to take one. I was raised hunting mule deer in Idaho, following a family tradition going back generations. I started out brushing quakie patches, buck brush and pretty much anywhere else my dad thought mule deer could hide since I was about eight years old. Dad always made it sound like a really good deal, though.
When I was about ten I figured out that I was just bird dogging for the old guys sitting perched up on the ridges on either side of whatever patch I was pushing. Sometimes we would still hunt through the cedars and I would be instructed to head down to the bottom and make as much noise as possible on the way to the road. I didn’t care what I was doing as long as I was hunting. The method worked, and I got to see a lot of nice mule deer on the ground. I also had the privilege of packing several of them off the mountain. Maybe it was a right of passage, I don’t really care. I fell in love with these big eared, grey ghosts, and my quest for big mulies began. I’d love to help you book a great deer hunt, or any hunt for that matter of your own.
