Successful trip with my 75 year old father in Utah!

Hello all, First let me again thank all yall for the help and advice I had received here on this forum prior to the trip and the hunt.
The trip was planned almost a year ago. My father had lost his hunting partner, his brother two years ago to lung cancer, for the last two years I have went to the upper peninsula of Michigan with him deer hunting. Last year he got to cold to sit out all day and in the morning he couldn't find his blind. He was also having a hard time with to much walking. Well after deer season and before christmas my dad's mom, my grandmother passed away. My father was seriously depressed. Then I found out that I could not get deer season off for vacation to go with him this year. He can't go by himself anymore. I didn't know how to tell him. Before I got the chance a close friend of mine lost his father to a heart attack. Then another guy that I work with lost his father from cancer.
My father had always talked about going out west. He had been out to new Mexico as a kid to Philmont scout camp and had always wanted to see the country again. So I got the crazy idea of taking him on a road trip and mule deer hunting at the same time. I was apprehensive due to the cost of the hunt and honestly to spending that amount of time in a pickup with him. He loves to talk with his hands. I looked around on the internet and made a bunch of calls. Finally I liked what SouthCreek Outfitters had to say and signed on with them. Our guide was 62 years old so I thought my father would have someone to talk to that would be close to his age and be understanding. Over the summer we started going to the shooting range. I had bought my father a new scope for his 30-06 remington 742 carbine, it was a Nikon Monarch 4x16x50. Over the course of the summer and about 300 rounds later he was shooting a six inch group at a hundred yards. That was a big improvement over when we started! I had learning expieriences with my rifle too. Due to a loose forearm bolt I ended up buying a new scope. Another Nikon Monarch. Really nice scope.
Well I had scheduled the hunt for the end of September so the cold wouldn't bother my dad so much. I had taken enough time off of work so we would have four days to travel each way. On Thursday September 24th, we finished loading the pick up and put a small freezer in the back. Then we headed out. We had to stop each day for breakfast, lunch and supper and I had to keep reminding him to take his pills each meal. The first day we traveled as far as Des Moines Iowa before finding a motel. On friday we drove across Iowa, Nebraska and into Wyoming. We were going to stay in Cheyenne but they had a home town football game and we couldn't find a room so we kept on to Rawlings. We saw a lot of windmills and antelope on the way. On saturday we drove to Tremontin, Utah. Sunday we had about a two hour drive to camp somewhere near Lynn Utah. We were on a ranch that was about 30,000 acrea's. The camp consisted of a dinner tent, meat tent, two outhouses, three spring bar tents for hunters and three travel trailers. One trailer was set up for showers, one for the guides and they put my father and i in the third trailer. Sunday afternoon the guides had us shoot for accuracy, My father didn't hit paper at a hundred yards, I was a little worried. The guide shot my dad's rifle and said it wasn't the gun.
Monday morning after a hearty breakfast we headed out into the mountains. We saw deer everywhere! Bachelor groups of bucks and does running or hopping around all over. We saw big deer and nice racks. The guide was going to put me on a stalk on one nice 4x4 but I told him that I didn't want to go after a deer until my father had taken his. In my mind that way if my father wounded one I could forfiet my tag and he could still hunt. Well on Wednesday we spotted a group of about twelve bucks down around 6000 feet in a grass field. there was a mound in the middle of the field so we thought we could sneak up on them. The wind was perfect. It was a long hard walk for my father. When we got to the grassy mound that separated us from the deer the wind had changed and was hitting me in the back of the neck. We looked over the mound and the deer were moving out. The largest buck in the group was the last one leaving? The guide was watching them on his video camera and told my dad that the big buck was last in line. The buck was quartering away and was over three hundred yards away. My dad chambered a round. I didn't think he would shoot as it was way to far. Instead he leaned over and put his rifle on a rest and bang. The buck dropped on the spot. I just stood there staring. With my range finder the buck was 347 yards away! My dad had shot the deer while it was moving and had dropped it with one shot! It is a nice 3x4 and he walked on water all the way to the deer. Everyone in camp made him feel like a king when we brought the deer in. Course everyone in camp was just very friendly and nice the whole time. Everyone in camp had opportunities to shoot deer and six tags were filled out of eight shooters. The other two both shot but missed. One guy who came with a fancy rifle and wore a vest with 500 yard shoot club missed a nice four by four at 100 yards? Thursday I didn't see anything to shoot till dark and didn't want to shoot in low light. I was enjoying the scenery so much I didn't care anyway. Friday morning nothing closer than 400 yards. Before we left camp to hunt friday evening the cook came out and told me how sorry she was that I had not taken a deer yet but that I would probably get my chance tonight. I told her that it didn't matter. I had not started this venture to shoot a deer. I had just spent two great weeks with my father. We then went up into the mountains and were more sight seeing than anything. We spotted a group of bucks lying down under some mohaganies up on a ridge. We did a sneak and I got about them and was lying on a rock. The stupid deer knew I was there but would not stand up. After a lot of yelling and tossing of rocks they had had enough. One got up and took off then the rest stood up. I drew down on what looked like a good one and fired. He had been quartering toward me. He took two hops and dropped. When the guide opened him up his heart was loose in the chest cavity! Saturday was time to pack up and head home. 2000 miles home! All my dad had to say was when are we going back! This was a wonderful trip. Two wonderful weeks with my father with never an ill word said. I won't have to say I wish I had. I did. I hope to be able to take him again but I know this trip will never be forgotten by either one of us.
I will say that SouthCreek Outfitters, Mainly Jim Sigg, was a wonderful guide and runs a great camp. We were treated like kings, The food was great and since my father is a diabetic the cook would cook special for him too! Everyone in camp was super friendly and everyone had a great time.

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