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Reports > 2019 > October > Tuesday 22
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
 
By Eric Granstrom
 
For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. I got out and hiked mile after mile in search of a mule deer buck last weekend. I was chauffeured to my hunt location by my Dad and brother, who wrap up their hunt today. I chased deer all over the hillsides of Crum Canyon in the famed Entiat Unit. I saw a lot of bald heads (does) and a few parts of deer as they disappeared into thick cover. I wanted to assume they were big bucks since I couldn't see their heads. And while I reveled in every moment breathing the fresh mountain air and soaking in the gorgeous scenery of these lands in my back yard, the hunt was more than that. It was a chance to tell old hunting stories and laugh at dumb jokes while riding around on bumpy dirt roads. We laughed at missing shots at grouse. We giggled about the latest pass of gas from the previous night's feast. But more importantly, we spent time together. Suddenly hundreds of miles of separation geographically melted into a shared experience of blood and brotherhood. This is why the hunt is always good even when the tag goes unfilled. Until next time, Good Fishing!