Day 2 of our hunt, I woke up feeling a lot better. Some dry toast and coffee and out the door we went to look for one more nice muley buck. The boys decided to try and put some pressure on me, seems that they just realized that the day before all of the critters were taken with just one shot. They started in on me saying that it would be a shame to mess up that record today and that I must really be feeling the pressure. I told them to go ahead and have their fun but remember who they were talking to and who taught them how to shoot. That shut them up for a while. I drove back into the spot where I wanted to hunt the evening before, got out, grabbed my pack, my rifle and told the boys that I was going for a walk because the day before we didn't even get a chance to stretch our legs. They soon geared up and followed me, saying something about having to keep an eye on the old man. We went for a nice walk up and down and through a lot of big ditches, the only thing we saw were a bunch of does with fawns and a small 3x3 buck. We got back to the truck and were headed to another spot where the terrain keeps most other hunters out, but just before reaching the stone road a nice buck comes running over the hill and into the large ditch ( or small canyon, depending on what part of the country you are from) beside us. I grabbed my gun and pack and headed for the rim, while hissing at my son to range him. I've only ever used a range finder once before out west and that was yesterday, but today with the boys applying pressure to me to make a good first shot, well I figured it couldn't hurt to be sure. I was prone with the gun resting on my pack, my son says 258 yards. That made things real easy since my 30-06 is sighted in for 250 yards. Long story short, the rifle cracked, the buck took a couple of leaps and our hunt was over. The boys are very proud of their first one shot, one kill hunt, and to tell you the truth I am very proud of them too. When I think about all of the trips to the range and the bullets I loaded for them over the last twenty some years, to see them this proud and happy it makes it all worth it and then some.
The next 2 days were spent skinning and cutting up the critters and hanging out with the ranch owner. After that we headed for Casper, got a motel room and some much needed showers. We went to the boys favorite steak house, had a wonderful meal and the boys had few beers. I made the mistake of telling them that I would pick up the tab, lol I won't make that mistake again. The next day we headed west toward Shoshoni with a quick stop at Hell's Half Acre, I wanted the boys to see that, and then north through Wind river canyon. We stopped in and checked out the Wyoming Dinosaur Museum in Thermopolis, that was really interesting and while in the area we visited the Hot Springs State Park. After that it was on to Kirby to take a tour of the Wyoming Whiskey Distillery. I don't know which I enjoy more the taste of bourbon or the smell, but I can tell you this much, when they unlocked the door to the keg storage shed and let us look around inside for a while, I didn't want to leave. The smell was incredible! After the tour we were given a free shot and I must say that the taste wasn't bad either. To finish off the day we headed east over the Big Horn Mountains with a stop in Buffalo for supper, then back to the ranch for the night.
When I started this report I mentioned that there were a few let downs with the trip, well the second big let down of the trip came when we got back to the ranch and found out that the freezer was not freezing anything. The temp in the freezer was a chilly 36 degrees, thank God it could have been worse. So before packing up and heading for home I had the boys go back up to Buffalo and buy dry ice for the coolers. It was late when they got back so we decided to go on down to Casper for the night and start the trip home the next morning from there. That night was when I discovered the next little glitch, I went out to the truck to get something and when I used the remote to unlock the doors only one headlight came on. My son had that truck to the dealer for headlight issues more times then he cares to remember, the last time was last fall before we went to Wyoming. The lights worked for a year and we figured the problem was resolved, wrong. We drove home with one headlight and the fog lights on, almost 2000 miles. I still can't believe what happened next though, as we were pulling into our driveway at about 9:00 PM the damn headlight came on and it has been working ever since. Go figure! My best advice to my son was to go and trade the darn thing in while the lights are working.
All in all it was a great trip, one that the boys and I will remember for a long time.