For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. Marion and I had just stepped off the road during our opening morning deer hunt last Saturday when we heard a lone shot on the hillside above us. Two hours of stalking our way up the mountain later, we found that a hunter had shot a nice four-point across from where I'd planned to spend the majority of our day. I like to call it "The Saddle." I was lucky enough to be at that spot in 2001 when a 3-point mule deer came out in front of me the fourth morning of the hunt, 300-yards away. The horns of which hang in my living room as a reminder of what's now become one of my favorite spots. It sits in a dip between two hillsides, carved through a ridge line separating two drainages that acts as a funnel for deer moving between their feed, water and beds. Even though the hunter and his partners made plenty of racket, we took a stand there for about 3-hours, well after they drug their deer out. We hunted other ridge lines for the rest of the afternoon and returned to the saddle at dusk. No deer but a great hunt. Until next time, Good Fishing!