Since I pretty much suck at the drawing of tags and even more so the filling of them, I enlisted Buzz to help me out with some doe pronghorn tags I had. Didn't have the buck tag as that was a 90+% percent draw chance last year. My dad was to accompany me on the hunt, but was in emergency surgery on some blood clots in his leg. He was only given at best a 50% chance of keeping his leg from the knee down, but I'm glad to report he was in the good 50%.
So Buzz and I spot some antelope and make a few moves getting the slip the first few times. Then we get within 200yds of a group and I drop to prone for the shot, which is a feat in and of itself with my gut. Get steady...WHAM! Nothing. Get steady...WHAM! And for some reason the rock in front of me explodes! Couldn't see it in the scope, but the bullets weren't clearing the hill 6' in front of me. I am THAT good. We get closer to a few more and I whiff a two more times. Finally, I get over 'doe fever' and put one on the ground and it drops less than 100yds from a road!!! Hell Yeah!
But only known to others than me, that's when the work started. Buzz said that wasn't a hard enough hunt/pack out that he hooked the doe up to my truck and drug it over hill and dale. I had to track the dead doe over the ground about 14miles only to get to gut her and get to drag it all the way back to where she fell. Only good news is that I got close enough to another doe on the way back with the one doe on my back.
Here's me with the two does I EARNED!!
I'm glad that I weigh much more than the average man as this hunt would have killed me otherwise!!!
