I’ve done a few guided hunts, (or maybe I should call them “outfitted” hunts), most of them weren’t successful if your definition of success is bringing home a cooler full of meat. In my mind though, only one wasn’t successful, in that the outfitter was a complete fraud.
One mulie hunt was in Eastern Colorado and the hunt was great, but no deer were harmed by me. We had a camp cook who was a veteran cook of cow camps, mining camps, and hunting camps. Every morning as soon as I heard the first clink of utensils from the cook/dining tent I dressed and went over. That usually gave us about an hour to visit before the others straggled in. He was great to talk with, and man, could he cook ! Good food and plenty of it, wall tents to sleep in, mid twenties at night, the Purgatorie River, (think small Grand Canyon), what more could you want ? (I mean besides a 30” mulie buck)
The other mulie hunt in Montana was successful meat wise, but much less enjoyable. The old fart outfitter was a grouch, wanted us to kill the first one we saw, and bitched when we both wanted to get my buck to town and get him in cold storage instead of hunting until dark with the buck in the back of a Yukon
My buddy and I had come to this agreement beforehand because we both were after meat as well as a trophy. We flipped for first shot, he won and wanted me to go first. I took home a 163” mule deer buck but the other trip was much more fun. He scored the next day on a buck we had to follow for about a mile before we could cut him off. I was a little younger then but I had a twisted foot from an earlier quail hunt and I was miserable. We got it done though and those memories are what CAN be the reward of an outfitted or guided hunt.
All of my archery antelope hunts have been miserable and fun. Miserable in a popup blind in 90* heat or 40* and misting rain, (Wyoming offers both) ! Forty mph winds, thinking your blind is gonna be airborne any second, or sultry heat for two days while the goats are shunning the new blob on their waterhole. Then, in just a few minutes it all turns around, a good goat comes to water and your arrow flies true ! Can’t beat that with a stick !
While I enjoy whitetail hunting, the out of state hunts I’ve been on just add to my memories, some good, some not so good. I choose to remember the good ones !