On the morning of hunting day 2 of 3 I get to the gate exactly 90 minutes before sunrise. I grab gear and Walmart bike and start to load up. The first hurdle of the day came early, as I've got a completely flat front tire. I whip out some tire Slime and the little portable pump I bought and got it going again but it cost me precious time to get way back to where I needed to go. I starting down the trail peddling my ass off and put down a good few miles between me and the gate. I'm sweating, out of breath, but I made it where I needed to go.
I stopped about a mile short of my target area and hopped off on foot. The moon was bright enough to discern where the trail was so I went without any kind of lights. Where I was headed was along the edge of a square mile flat, I was concerned that any light or noise would blow everything out. I crept along slowly as we approached the beginning of gray light, a good 10-15 minutes or so before shooting light.
By using my binos to look across the expanse, I'm able to see just well enough to make out two nilgai silhouettes. They were a few hundred yards out, but just off the trail I was on and I had a bit of cover. Finally, I was in a position where I had the advantage! I got low and made the best time I could to cut distance. I crawled about 100 yards, as close as I could get quietly. I sat right in the trail, sat my pack up, rested the gun up, and looked at my phone for the time - 6:51am. Two minutes after legal light.
Looking through my Leupold 2-7X33 I was able to make out torso, legs, and head but really stretching the capability of that optic in low light. They start working away from me towards a wall of thick brush, seemingly not comfortable out in the wide open with impending daylight. I lose the lead animal to the brush and the second one is headed to do the same. There was a cactus covered berm I needed to get over to stay on the remaining nilgai. I crawled up on it, cactus be damned, and there he was broadside. No time to range him, but I knew he was closer than 150 yards. I settled the crosshairs, squeezed the trigger, and fired.
The distinct sound of a solid impact was easy to make out. It knocked him flat down. I chambered another round and watched for him to get back up. He starting grunting, thrashing, and I could see the obvious signs of a spined animal. I ran as fast as I could through knee high salt grass towards the commotion. At about 50 yards out, I could see he was trying to get his legs back under him so I fired again. A third shot at point blank range brought an end to the struggle. A young nilgai bull lay at my feet.
Success....
More to come...