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<blockquote data-quote="Rosebud" data-source="post: 3059167" data-attributes="member: 118066"><p>October,1981, Wyoming! I'm a twenty seven year old from Alabama, never been hunting in Wyoming before, and I'm used to the thick woods around home. We drive out there and arrive just after dark. But I'd gotten to see some of the terrain before it got dark. So! Thirty minutes before daybreak I'm booted out of the trunk and told not to wander to far away. Daylight, I look in every direction, not a bush,tree or rock to cover. But antelope are visible in almost every compass point. I've got my Rem 700 .270, day pack with food and water so I strike out towards the closest group of pronghorn. Naturally they see me and bolt before I'm Five hundred yards. Ok, this isn't going to be as easy as I thought. Five more blown stalks, crap, how do you hunt these things? I'm on private property, a 50,000 acre pasture as they called it. Only six other people on it with me. I see no one else, no help coming to show me what to do. Three hours into this and i figure I've moved about a mile and a half from where I was dropped. Then I see a lone buck chasing does towards me, They are easy thousand yards away, but I see a dried up creek bed that heads towards them and I drop into it. I've gone what I think is couple of hundred yards and stick my head out. Yep, they are still there and I noticed a small tree near them. Back in the creek/ditch. I make it to the tree and crawl out slowly. Look everywhere, no antelope. Poo.I turn back to get in the creek,crap, there they are, I'd gotten turned around in the creek and misjudged the direction,they were behind me. Ok, I'm not spotted and their three hundred yards in my guess, no range finders then.Back in the creek bed. I'm sure as soon as I crawl out they will be close. Pop out of the creek bed on my belly and realize there's another lip to the creek bed thirty yards away. Belly crawl to it and poke my head up. Three does and a what I think is a good buck about150 yards. Laying prone I'm steady and when the cross hair settled I squeeze the trigger. The buck takes off like a race horse, on my knees and fire again, way behind him.He ran in a semi circle and stops, I'm about to shoot again when he falls over. Wow, I walked to him and see my first buck antelope. Coarse hair is amazing. I field dress him,prop my rifle and orange vest on him and go back to the little tree. I'd left my pack there. Retrieve it and make my way back to the buck, I can't find him, sage brush has swallowed up everything. I'm laughing at the absurdity of this when I see a truck driving towards me across the sage brush. It drives up to where I discover my buck is laying. Wyoming Game and Fish, he has been watching me the whole time from mile away with a spotting scope attached to the window. That was a pretty good stalk you made! He checks my license and asked if I knew how to get back to the road we came in on. I had to admit that I didn't. He was nice enough to help me load the buck up and meet up with my friends. 43 years ago this fall, remember it like it was three months ago.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rosebud, post: 3059167, member: 118066"] October,1981, Wyoming! I'm a twenty seven year old from Alabama, never been hunting in Wyoming before, and I'm used to the thick woods around home. We drive out there and arrive just after dark. But I'd gotten to see some of the terrain before it got dark. So! Thirty minutes before daybreak I'm booted out of the trunk and told not to wander to far away. Daylight, I look in every direction, not a bush,tree or rock to cover. But antelope are visible in almost every compass point. I've got my Rem 700 .270, day pack with food and water so I strike out towards the closest group of pronghorn. Naturally they see me and bolt before I'm Five hundred yards. Ok, this isn't going to be as easy as I thought. Five more blown stalks, crap, how do you hunt these things? I'm on private property, a 50,000 acre pasture as they called it. Only six other people on it with me. I see no one else, no help coming to show me what to do. Three hours into this and i figure I've moved about a mile and a half from where I was dropped. Then I see a lone buck chasing does towards me, They are easy thousand yards away, but I see a dried up creek bed that heads towards them and I drop into it. I've gone what I think is couple of hundred yards and stick my head out. Yep, they are still there and I noticed a small tree near them. Back in the creek/ditch. I make it to the tree and crawl out slowly. Look everywhere, no antelope. Poo.I turn back to get in the creek,crap, there they are, I'd gotten turned around in the creek and misjudged the direction,they were behind me. Ok, I'm not spotted and their three hundred yards in my guess, no range finders then.Back in the creek bed. I'm sure as soon as I crawl out they will be close. Pop out of the creek bed on my belly and realize there's another lip to the creek bed thirty yards away. Belly crawl to it and poke my head up. Three does and a what I think is a good buck about150 yards. Laying prone I'm steady and when the cross hair settled I squeeze the trigger. The buck takes off like a race horse, on my knees and fire again, way behind him.He ran in a semi circle and stops, I'm about to shoot again when he falls over. Wow, I walked to him and see my first buck antelope. Coarse hair is amazing. I field dress him,prop my rifle and orange vest on him and go back to the little tree. I'd left my pack there. Retrieve it and make my way back to the buck, I can't find him, sage brush has swallowed up everything. I'm laughing at the absurdity of this when I see a truck driving towards me across the sage brush. It drives up to where I discover my buck is laying. Wyoming Game and Fish, he has been watching me the whole time from mile away with a spotting scope attached to the window. That was a pretty good stalk you made! He checks my license and asked if I knew how to get back to the road we came in on. I had to admit that I didn't. He was nice enough to help me load the buck up and meet up with my friends. 43 years ago this fall, remember it like it was three months ago. [/QUOTE]
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