We Got Tags

[NEWHunter]

The Stalk

We got back to the hotel and organized gear and turned in for the night. I was up getting ready for 15 minutes before the 4:30 am alarm. My dad and son were just a bit slow to get out of bed. We got our stuff together and began the 55 minute drive to our intended spot. We arrived a little after 6 am and geared up.

I told my dad to park on the road above the WIHA, he said something about not wanting to spook the antelope and then wished us luck and drove off. We crossed the fence and I checked the wind. The goal was to get on one of the high spots that would give us options, and also be visible from the road in hopes that any hunters might see us and allow us some space.

The wind was wrong for the spot I was hoping to get to, so I decided plan b was to get to a bit of a saddle between two big hills. We dropped in to the cut in front of us and paralleled the road for a bit. As I was looking for a place to start climbing out, I noticed an antelope skylined almost half a mile out. I asked my son for the binos - he forgot them . . .

I put my scope up and it looked like a doe. It still wasn’t shooting light so we waited a bit and then antelope number two appeared. I started formulating a new plan and decided we should continue up the cut. A short while later, antelope number three popped up. I could tell it was a buck. I decided to assume it was him. It still wasn’t shooting light yet and was dark down in the cut, so even though we could see them, I told my son we needed to hustle.

We covered about 400 yards and and as the cut petered out, the antelope started feeding back over the hill. Perfect.

 

[NEWHunter]

Ideally, I wanted a shot that was 250 or less so it was a dead hold for my son. Option one was to sit tight on the edge of this lip behind some sage and hope the herd would crest the hill and cover the 150 yards before the two blobs in the bushes made them nervous. Option two was to move uphill the 150 yards and get behind even less cover and hope they came down the ridge enough to provide a safe backstop.

I didn’t like either option very much. I talked it over with my son and he thought it was unlikely to work as well. We decided we were better off cutting across 300 yards of open ground to a fold in the ridge. Once we got to the fold, we could head up the ridge, get on their level, and figure out where to go from there. It was time to hustle again. We crossed our fingers, put an eye on the ridgeline, and off we went.

We made it without being seen! We worked up the ridge and started looking around as we got to the crest. At the crest I looked back to my left - antelope! They apparently had the same idea we did and moved down the ridge the same time we did. I guessed them at a bit over 100 yards. I set the tripod and helped get him in position. The whole process was a bit clumsy and slow going. Once he was on the tripod he had trouble getting comfortable. They were nervous and started moving off.

After a while, my son finally said he could make the shot. By this point, the herd was a solid 250 yards out. Based on the way he said he was ready, I wasn’t confident he was going to make the shot. I told him to take a little bit to continue to collect himself. No sooner did I say that and the herd turned and walked away. They finally stopped about four hundred yards away and 150 feet above us on the top of a knob.

We sat and watched the antelope and talked for a while.

 

[NEWHunter]

We ironed out what we could have done differently or better. We talked about how we could have prepared better for the opportunity. We talked about what to do next. What to do next was pretty obvious. Once they fed over the hill we were going to pick up and high tail it to the top of the hill.

They eventually moved over the crest and up we went. We got to the top and got set and I peaked over. A doe at 50 yards. We eased up in to position and as we peaked over the herd was moving downhill and was now close to 300 yards out. We watched them walk until they settled in on the edge of the trees some 550 yards away.

We dropped back a bit, went around the hill and settled in above the saddle where we had initially planned to go first thing in the morning. We watched as the buck cut out a doe and chased her in to the trees a half mile away. Damn, a pair of binos would have been really nice to have.

Now what? Wait it out? Bail? Charge ahead. Seeing as how my Dad was nowhere to be found, bailing was out. Given the circumstances charging in didn’t seem like a good choice. So we waited. And I gave somebody a much needed pep talk after the missed opportunities. The scenery was fantastic but the morning wind was blowing cold.

The buck was in the trees on the left middle and the does were in the trees just above the toes of his fancy stalking sneakers.

Where we came from

 

[NEWHunter]

After a while we got antsy and decided to move across the saddle to the adjacent tree covered hill. We felt it gave us more options given the cover it provided. As we worked our way through the trees, a cottontail popped out. Four rabbits feet - what luck.

We took up a position about half way up the hill and watched. A bit later we noticed the buck had rejoined the herd. After some more time passed, the herd started to feed out of view. They were now almost half a mile away and we had no idea where they went or where they were going.
My gut told me to sit tight as we were between them and likely their only water source. Part of me wanted to tip my hat to them and move on. But we’re out west - and we’re not quitting now. I told my son we would make one last play.

We dropped down and stayed wide of their likely location. We swung around and no antelope. We were running out of real estate. Based on the maps, I felt like if they weren’t in the next bowl, they were gone - disappearing in to thin air.

We worked up to the edge of the next bowl and surprise - there they were! They were inside 100 yards. They started moving off immediately. He got on the tripod and they were milling around at 200 yards. We were ready. It was finally going to come together.

In the event the shot wasn’t great, I was ready to back him up. Go time. He just needed to clear the herd! So we waited and waited and waited and the 12 or so antelope stayed balled up and the group began to move off. 225 and he was broadside but not clear. 250 yards and still not clear. 275 still not clear. Then they turned and walked AWAY!

 

[NEWHunter]

Here we go again. We dropped back a bit to get below the ridgeline and took off. We were headed back to the tree covered hill he had just left as they were likely to pass within a few hundred yards of where we just were. The question was, do we follow them, beat them around the hill from the other side, or go up and over.

We stopped at the base of the hill and peaked over the ridgeline to check on their position. They were milling around at the 4 o’clock position relative to the hill and within about 200 yards of the cover. We decided to head up from the 6 o’clock position and try and sneak over to 3 o’clock for a shot.

As we approached our destination I started looking around - no antelope. They had started to move again. Up and over it was. The goal now was to get to 1 o’clock and get a shot from there. I had a hunch they were moving to the water.

We get to a spot relatively high on the hill. We can’t really drop any further or we’ll lose our shooting lanes. So we set up. Three does take a line that brings them within 300 yards. I check with my son. He’s good. He’ll aim for the spine and I’ll back him up. The rest of the herd starts moving, only they take a different line. 375 - too far.

They started to pick up their pace and appeared to be making a beeline for the water. We bailed off the hill. We got to the bottom and they’re a half mile out and moving to the tank. We knew it was time to hustle again.

There was a cut a little ways up that should get us almost to the tank. But to get there we had to expose ourselves for a couple of 10 or 20 yard stretches. It had been three hours now. Time to risk it.

 

[NEWHunter]

Again we go as fast as we can. We dropped in to the cut and I took a peek. Looks like we made it OK. We moved up a few hundred and I checked on them again - still there. Go again.

We moved further down and decided to peek over for a shot. We were definitely over 300, but the herd seemed relaxed so we dropped back in and moved up again. Time to check again. 220 yards. It was go time.

The buck had his head down, as did much of the rest of the herd. We had the wind and they didn’t seem to be aware of our presence.

The problem now was that we were on the side of the cut and my son couldn’t maintain his footing. Apparently his Dad never taught him how to dig in. We tried to sit and shoot off the pack. No good. So I had him slide up the hill a bit. I kicked out some dirt and jammed my foot in the side of the hill and told him to stand on my foot. I got the tripod back up.

He got ready and so did I. He said he felt OK. I told him whenever he was ready. I waited. The rifle cracked and the buck dropped.

 

[NEWHunter]

My son couldn’t have been happier. I tried to balance being in the moment with him and ensuring his buck wasn’t going to get up. I had my concerns based on what I had seen in my scope. Turns out my concerns were well founded and I did what dads sometimes have to do - I took care of a situation.

At some point during the stalk grandpa had parked about 75 yards down from the waterhole. Unfortunately he was below the area and couldn’t see the action unfold, but he clearly heard the ending. My son had been able to radio him a couple of times toward the end of the stalk to let him know we were on the herd.

I took lots of pictures and then dragged him the 40 yards from the pasture to the truck and took some more pictures.

My son asked if we were going to mount him. I said a euro would be good. I had already dragged him out. I looked at my Dad, one of the cheapest guys (justifiably so) I know, and said, “we don’t mount this, do we?” He said, “I think you do.” So even though he was now missing a bit of hair on his shoulder. I caped him out and cut him up.


In three hours, we covered 3.5 miles, gained 500 feet of elevation, and lost 500 feet. The receipt.

 

[morley.tyler]

Again we go as fast as we can. We dropped in to the cut and I took a peek. Looks like we made it OK. We moved up a few hundred and I checked on them again - still there. Go again.

We moved further down and decided to peek over for a shot. We were definitely over 300, but the herd seemed relaxed so we dropped back in and moved up again. Time to check again. 220 yards. It was go time.

The buck had his head down, as did much of the rest of the herd. We had the wind and they didn’t seem to be aware of our presence.

The problem now was that we were on the side of the cut and my son couldn’t maintain his footing. Apparently his Dad never taught him how to dig in. We tried to sit and shoot off the pack. No good. So I had him slide up the hill a bit. I kicked out some dirt and jammed my foot in the side of the hill and told him to stand on my foot. I got the tripod back up.

He got ready and so did I. He said he felt OK. I told him whenever he was ready. I waited. The rifle cracked and the buck dropped.
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That was a very long wait but we finally arrived at a satisfying conclusion. I could use a smoke and a Tylenol after that!

 

[NEWHunter]

That was a very long wait but we finally arrived at a satisfying conclusion. I could use a smoke and a Tylenol after that!

I needed three advil and half a gallon a gallon of water afterwards. It’s half the reason he’s at the taxi rightnow

 

[NEWHunter]

After I got my son’s buck on ice, we went back to look for that big buck with the goofy horn. We didn’t make 600 yards before I saw a big tent camp. A group from Utah had set up in the area. So we pressed on in hopes that they hadn’t gotten him.

We found a herd of thirteen does. The buck wasn’t with them. We watched them for a half hour or so and then decided to look a little bit more. Shortly thereafter we found a fresh piece of hide and we took it as a sign they got goofy horn and I elected to move on.

We decided to go back to a far corner of the unit we had been to previously. While unloading the UTV we ran in to a warden. We talked for a bit and he said there wasn’t much in the unit over 12 or 13 inches. Of the dozen or so bucks he had checked, he said one was a real monster and my son’s was the next best after that. That put a pretty big smile on my son’s face.

We loaded up after the check and headed out. We found a few decent bucks and then close to shooting light, we saw a great buck. He appeared and was gone too quickly for me to get a shot off.

We headed back to the hotel with hopes that we would find him again the next day.

 

[Kevin W]

We headed back to the hotel with hopes that we would find him again the next day.

And?

 

[NEWHunter]

And?

Sorry, youth season back home got in the way.

We picked up McDonalds on the way home at the request of my son. He had borrowed my brother’s .243 for the hunt. And seeing as how my brother’s favorite quick meal is nuggs and fries, he had to try it. He wanted to call and tell him his gun worked great and he was having McDs to celebrate.

One of the silver linings of switching hotels, was that our new place had a small fridge/freezer. Fortunately, once the rack was removed, the freezer was just big enough to fit an antelope head/cape . . . I got the meat situated and we tucked in for the night.

The next morning the alarms went off and neither of my hunting buddies moved. I tried rousting them to no avail. I laid back down and started to do some thinking. I thought about all the effort thus far and all the work ahead. The long drive, the clean-up, getting caught up on school, the processing, the euros, etc. In addition, the hunt was really starting to wear my Dad down.

I came to the conclusion that my tag needed to get punched. Spending the next three days shopping for the best buck we could find was not going to be an option. I decided the first representative buck that gave me a good shot was coming home with us. Eventually I got everyone up and we got the truck rolling.

Right at first light we got to a WIHA that held quite a few antelope. There was a large bodied buck in the group. He was pushing 13 inches with decent mass but he had next to nothing for prongs. Since he was so visible I thought for sure he would have gotten whacked opening day. Yet there he was, tempting my resolve. I decided to press on, as there was a comparable buck back where we were headed that had a death wish the day before.

 

[NEWHunter]

As I was loading up the machine a couple of trucks came by. Fortunately, one took the other fork and the other guy was looking for birds. I told him about the huns 100 yards behind our truck but he wasn’t interested. He was after sage grouse. I told him what I knew and gave him a couple way points and off he went.

On the drive in to the area we were most interested in we saw a couple small groups. We stopped and checked them out but they were only young bucks. We pressed on. After about six miles we got to the couple of gates that separated us from the decent ground. We cleared the last gate and a short while later we saw some clouds of dust up ahead.

There were three bucks chasing each other like mad. I hopped out and decided to walk next to the machine and hoped that approach would work. It didn’t. They were covering too much ground to quickly. I hopped back in and and we decided to just drive right up. At 400 yards I got out again and took a look. All three were decent sized horn wise, but one clearly stood out - he had a big square blocky body.

We still had almost three miles to get back to where the big one was the night before, but I decided I’d try and take one of these home first. Trying to sort them out was nearly impossible. I got a better look at the thicker one. It was a buck we had run in to a couple of days earlier. We had named him hooks for obvious reasons.

I got on the sticks and was waiting for a shot. They finally stopped and I looked to shoot. No good. And they were off again, this time though, the two challengers seemed to get the message. The big guy grabbed the doe and the losers departed. I had a decent crossing shot at one of the losers, probably the best scoring buck of the three, but Singletary had a point - we want winners.

I pursued Hooks but he seemed to disappear. I went back to the UTV and we moved up a bit further and turned down a fork in the road. The second loser presented himself for a shot and after looking him over in the scope I elected to pass. At that point I noticed Hooks had rejoined his group of does.

The group was off just below a saddle in the ridge. We decided to try for him. There was water on the other side of the ridge and I figured that’s where they were working towards. We parked at the end of the ridge out of sight. The herd was about 2/3 of a mile down from us. My son and I snuck down the west side of the ridge. As we approached the saddle there was a doe moving through. She was too far out so we decided to drop back and come around from the other side.

My son trailed behind me and radioed the action to my Dad. As we approached a small rise I could see ears and horns. I got on the tripod and inched forward. I ranged him at 200 yards. I was set and just watched him in the scope. It was the big guy. He had mass but he was short. I contemplated passing but he was old and people were getting tired.

I overheard my son telling my Dad that I was just sitting there and he didn’t know what I was doing. After what seemed like an eternity the buck turned to run away. As he turned I squeezed. I could see him struggling as I worked the bolt. I got back on the scope and he had disappeared.

 

[NEWHunter]

We loaded him up and began the drive out. Not without saying goodbye first though.


Back at the truck I repurposed the crane for my Dad’s scooter.


We got back to the hotel and things were looking good.


We had enough time to get back to the hotel, grab some lunch and then head back out. My son and I decided we’d try and do some fishing. I told him to hang out in the truck while I geared up and figured things out. When I went back to get him he was asleep.



I decided I’d wake him when I got hooked up. It never happened. I tried for a couple hours with no luck. My son finally woke, but he was toast. I packed it up with the skunk still in the box.

 

[Bowmannate2000]

As I was loading up the machine a couple of trucks came by. Fortunately, one took the other fork and the other guy was looking for birds. I told him about the huns 100 yards behind our truck but he wasn’t interested. He was after sage grouse. I told him what I knew and gave him a couple way points and off he went.

On the drive in to the area we were most interested in we saw a couple small groups. We stopped and checked them out but they were only young bucks. We pressed on. After about six miles we got to the couple of gates that separated us from the decent ground. We cleared the last gate and a short while later we saw some clouds of dust up ahead.

There were three bucks chasing each other like mad. I hopped out and decided to walk next to the machine and hoped that approach would work. It didn’t. They were covering too much ground to quickly. I hopped back in and and we decided to just drive right up. At 400 yards I got out again and took a look. All three were decent sized horn wise, but one clearly stood out - he had a big square blocky body.

We still had almost three miles to get back to where the big one was the night before, but I decided I’d try and take one of these home first. Trying to sort them out was nearly impossible. I got a better look at the thicker one. It was a buck we had run in to a couple of days earlier. We had named him hooks for obvious reasons.

I got on the sticks and was waiting for a shot. They finally stopped and I looked to shoot. No good. And they were off again, this time though, the two challengers seemed to get the message. The big guy grabbed the doe and the losers departed. I had a decent crossing shot at one of the losers, probably the best scoring buck of the three, but Singletary had a point - we want winners.

I pursued Hooks but he seemed to disappear. I went back to the UTV and we moved up a bit further and turned down a fork in the road. The second loser presented himself for a shot and after looking him over in the scope I elected to pass. At that point I noticed Hooks had rejoined his group of does.

The group was off just below a saddle in the ridge. We decided to try for him. There was water on the other side of the ridge and I figured that’s where they were working towards. We parked at the end of the ridge out of sight. The herd was about 2/3 of a mile down from us. My son and I snuck down the west side of the ridge. As we approached the saddle there was a doe moving through. She was too far out so we decided to drop back and come around from the other side.

My son trailed behind me and radioed the action to my Dad. As we approached a small rise I could see ears and horns. I got on the tripod and inched forward. I ranged him at 200 yards. I was set and just watched him in the scope. It was the big guy. He had mass but he was short. I contemplated passing but he was old and people were getting tired.

I overheard my son telling my Dad that I was just sitting there and he didn’t know what I was doing. After what seemed like an eternity the buck turned to run away. As he turned I squeezed. I could see him struggling as I worked the bolt. I got back on the scope and he had disappeared.

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Love that mass.