Outdooraddict
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Well boys, I had an opportunity to hunt antelope and decided to do it. When I got there, I had dreams of finding a place no one would be- nope. As flat as it is and with the amount of hunters, I couldn't help but feel claustrophobic. My dad and brother went with me to have a good time. As we went into a small draw, we immediately located some animals. I take out the spotting scope and see two nice bucks and a smaller buck chasing a doe. We are the only ones there! So, we're standing there trying to come up with a plan and 2 more trucks appear. They look at us and then they see the antelope. Two minutes later, a group of 3 trucks show up on my right. Same thing. So, I decide to pull around the hill and put a stock on.
As my brother and I left, the other guys take off. At first, I'm a little disappointed because I figure they are trying to get there first. Nope, all of them drive clear around to the other side and are waiting for us to push them. We sneak up over the hill (I guess you could call it a hill) and we are about 350 yards from them- a little too far for me. I sneak to 250, set up my rifle, and this a$$hole drives straight through the prairie (not on the road) running them down. They scatter. He sees me, I flip him the bird, and he shrugs his shoulders. I'm feeling a little better about the situation because I felt like I could have been caught in the middle of a crossfire. I watch the two bigger bucks take off to private, but the little one ran back over the hill. We judged where he was headed, cut him off, and was able to get near my range. I lined him up and dropped him.
He's nothing big- I was happy and disappointed- wish I would have held out for a bigger one. But, then again, I was glad it was over and I didn't get shot. That was a little spooky. Here he is with me, and another with my brother carrying him.
As my brother and I left, the other guys take off. At first, I'm a little disappointed because I figure they are trying to get there first. Nope, all of them drive clear around to the other side and are waiting for us to push them. We sneak up over the hill (I guess you could call it a hill) and we are about 350 yards from them- a little too far for me. I sneak to 250, set up my rifle, and this a$$hole drives straight through the prairie (not on the road) running them down. They scatter. He sees me, I flip him the bird, and he shrugs his shoulders. I'm feeling a little better about the situation because I felt like I could have been caught in the middle of a crossfire. I watch the two bigger bucks take off to private, but the little one ran back over the hill. We judged where he was headed, cut him off, and was able to get near my range. I lined him up and dropped him.
He's nothing big- I was happy and disappointed- wish I would have held out for a bigger one. But, then again, I was glad it was over and I didn't get shot. That was a little spooky. Here he is with me, and another with my brother carrying him.
