There's more... I was just too tired yesterday. So initially on our stalk we didn't have our packs, we weren't anticipating chasing one on our initial walk in before we saw them. We get there and decide to quarter it so I had to run the mile back to the truck for knives, packs and a pen, well I do the 2mi round trip. Forgot the pen. Son of a.... So we gut him out and hike out together for the damned pen. Get the pen and get him back to the truck by 11, 3.5hrs and over 5miles later.... Drop him off at the butcher and get back in the field by noon. We are seeing antelope everywhere, just on private tho. We watched a group for a half hour to see if they'd move to public but nothing. Finally let decide to hike out to this one hill that you can see for miles to see if we can see anything in the prairie below us. We're sitting up there glassing, I'm looking at some bucks a mile off in the spotting scope and my dad goes holy hell look right. So I look a little right in my binos and he goes no turn my way. And 600yds off are 3 bucks about 3 draws over. These draws are about 50ft deep and 100yds long. We count the draws and pick one out knowing I'll have a 200yd shot. We drop down the hill and use the draws for cover. Pop over the one draw where we planned to shoot, nothing, go back down and pop over the next one just to see an antelope butt disappear into the following draw. Drop back down and go to the next draw and there's a small buck up on the ridge maybe 150yds out. So we drop low again and start coming up to the next drawing knowing they're gonna be there. We creep up the hill at one point I drop my shooting sticks and my dad tells me to belly crawl. I'm crawling and I'm just before the top, it's a very steep drop on the other side of the hill, and there they are, all 3, but no shot because of the grass. I start to move right and they can see me. I pull my gun up and they're all grouped together so I can't shoot. Then I was like shit my damn barrel isn't clearing the ridge, I could see them in the scope but I'd hit all dirt. I slowly inch up another foot and get it cleared, barely, I'm laying prone and shooting off my elbows. I realize I can take my elbows and dig them into the soft dirt, kinda like a bunker shot in golf digging your feet in, and I was rock solid. I guess Em at 100yds so I have 5" trajectory, they're all clumped up and finally the one in the back moves and I hear "Now's your chance", I was thinking how the hell does he know but I had no idea he crept up with me and was looking Over my hat at them. I settled the crosshairs, squeezed and BOOM, dropped like a sack of potatoes. It was even cooler that my dad got to see everything almost in a point of view I was having. We ranged it after and it was 91yds.
We're headed out Monday, I tried to convince him to get whitetail doe tags but I do have to save my vacation.
24 days till we leave for Colorado.