We went over to see him and I explained to my kids that I’m going to be the first one to touch him and when their time comes to kill an animal, they’ll be the first to touch their animal as well. As we walked up, I was in awe of the size of this antelope. The first thing I noticed was the huge hooks and the white tips of his horns. I saw some character and what seemed to be good mass on his horns—he was definitely a mature animal. The other thing that struck me was how large they are. Now I know that I only have a sample size of “1,” but honestly thought they would be a lot smaller. I didn’t weigh him, but I would have guessed him 175+lbs on the hoof, certainly larger than most of the Oklahoma deer that I hunt. We took a good half-hour or so to just look him over and take some pictures. His markings seemed so crisp and clean. I think that I literally said that I hate to cut him up. Hunting is a weird thing- we want to kill these really special animals, but then feel bad for doing it. I can’t quite put those feelings into words.