We got out the door Monday morning dressed for deer at 6:30 and drove to a ridge that was gated and locked. Hopefully the hunters we had seen the evening before hadn't been here poaching.
We drove to the end which overlooked the Missouri and saw one doe (more discouragement). Doubling back, we detoured down a lesser traveled road/path where we stopped at a watering hole. I requested we get out and scout the area.
Having found nothing at the watering hole, I proceeded up a small hill to look over a meadow on the other side. There I spotted three more doe and they spotted me. I leveled my scope on them, didn't see any buck. i looked back to see where dad was, he had headed towards the water I left behind me so I kept overlooking the meadow. Spotted three more doe.
Just as I was about to turn around and go back, I saw him. A nice sized buck smack in the middle of the meadow. He had spotted me too. I didn't have much time.
I ducked down behind the hill, loaded a round(a hand loaded 250 grain Nosler Partition) into my dad's .338 Ultra Mag, released the safety, spun my cap around and crept up to the top of the hill. I sighted the buck (still looking my direction) through the 4-16 Swarovski scope 50mm objective and let one fly.
Boom! down he went. One shot, one hour into the hunt, perfect hit.
We had the deer field dressed, delivered to the butcher in town and returned to the lodge all before noon.

I was very happy the way things turned out. On one hand, I would have liked to stay a little longer (it was fun being with my dad at Whiskey Ridge) but on the other, I had responsabilities at home that needed attention. So, I got great weather, an easy trip to and fro, great company, and a nice buck in an expeditious manner.

A great big thanks goes out to my dad, Glen; without whom, none of this would have been possible. Thanks Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!