After a frustrating and unsuccessful elk season, I was finally able to punch my antelope tag on my first muzzleloader kill ever. I spotted him bedded down with a bunch of does from 900 yards away. It was empty ground between me and him and I didn’t think I had much of a chance of closing the distance. I watched him for a bit, and when he stood and turned to the side and I saw how big his horns were, I knew I was going to try anyways. Over the course of an hour and a half, I was able to crawl to within about 150 yards before one of them must have spotted me in the grass and they all stood up. The 300 grain Barnes/Thor bullet dropped him in his tracks. It was my longest kill with iron sights, and I couldn’t be happier.