If you followed SFC B post you probably got most of this but I will share a bit anyway.
SFC B picked Dave and I up at the airport. Dave had just got back from Alaska salmon fishing and had a terrible cold but was feeling better each day.
Opening day was good and wet. We were watching pronghorns all day at a place I referred to as the Serengeti…miles of open space and pronghorn groups scattered all about. We spotted some really nice bucks miles away. I wanted to take a closer look and Dave thought it would be a good idea. SFC B watched from the truck.
Poor Dave was hacking up a storm. I spotted a group closer with a couple of good bucks in it. I found a wash where we could take our time and move in closer. SFC B lost sight of us once we entered the wash. I kept sneaking up and looking over the top of the wash and several times pronghorn would be very close…but not the bucks we were after.
Dave was hurting (75 years young) and coughing. I found a good buck that he could kill and he passed on it. I said one of us needs to kill it, so that is what I did!
After getting him quartered up and a long muddy hike back (would have been longer but SFC B found a 2 track) we made it to our cottage and SFC B made a wonderful meal!
Well it took me killing my buck for the weather to turn nice! Dave and I made another stock on a buck. We laid on a badger hole for 2 hrs in the sun waiting for the buck to stand up and move away from his doe. It was hot in the sun and I took my boots and socks off to cool down! When the doe got up so did the buck but she stood right in front of him then both of them turned and walked straight away.
Evening found us back on the Serengeti but no shooting solution to be had.
Next day WY showed itself with the wind. We made several good stalks but the bucks got lucky. We headed out of a HMA and found some more good bucks. Dave and I made another stock on a group but as we were making our move I spotted horns in the sage brush. We were pinned down. A group of pronghorn hadn’t spotted us yet but if we moved they would be gone. As we set and watched another buck came in. I glassed him and told Dave to kill it. Dave said “He is not as big as the other one!” I told him to look again! I guess I was right when Dave said “OH MY!” The buck just kept getting closer and at 219yds I whistled and stopped him. Dave hammered him with his .280AI.
The sun was quickly setting and we got him quickly quartered and back to the truck at dark. SFC B saved the hike again by coming down a 2 track!
The rest of the trip was butchering, going out to eat, watching SFC B explode prairie dogs, and having lots of laughs!
SFC B picked Dave and I up at the airport. Dave had just got back from Alaska salmon fishing and had a terrible cold but was feeling better each day.
Opening day was good and wet. We were watching pronghorns all day at a place I referred to as the Serengeti…miles of open space and pronghorn groups scattered all about. We spotted some really nice bucks miles away. I wanted to take a closer look and Dave thought it would be a good idea. SFC B watched from the truck.
Poor Dave was hacking up a storm. I spotted a group closer with a couple of good bucks in it. I found a wash where we could take our time and move in closer. SFC B lost sight of us once we entered the wash. I kept sneaking up and looking over the top of the wash and several times pronghorn would be very close…but not the bucks we were after.
Dave was hurting (75 years young) and coughing. I found a good buck that he could kill and he passed on it. I said one of us needs to kill it, so that is what I did!
After getting him quartered up and a long muddy hike back (would have been longer but SFC B found a 2 track) we made it to our cottage and SFC B made a wonderful meal!
Well it took me killing my buck for the weather to turn nice! Dave and I made another stock on a buck. We laid on a badger hole for 2 hrs in the sun waiting for the buck to stand up and move away from his doe. It was hot in the sun and I took my boots and socks off to cool down! When the doe got up so did the buck but she stood right in front of him then both of them turned and walked straight away.
Evening found us back on the Serengeti but no shooting solution to be had.
Next day WY showed itself with the wind. We made several good stalks but the bucks got lucky. We headed out of a HMA and found some more good bucks. Dave and I made another stock on a group but as we were making our move I spotted horns in the sage brush. We were pinned down. A group of pronghorn hadn’t spotted us yet but if we moved they would be gone. As we set and watched another buck came in. I glassed him and told Dave to kill it. Dave said “He is not as big as the other one!” I told him to look again! I guess I was right when Dave said “OH MY!” The buck just kept getting closer and at 219yds I whistled and stopped him. Dave hammered him with his .280AI.
The sun was quickly setting and we got him quickly quartered and back to the truck at dark. SFC B saved the hike again by coming down a 2 track!
The rest of the trip was butchering, going out to eat, watching SFC B explode prairie dogs, and having lots of laughs!
