AvidIndoorsman
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This past weekend my father-n-law and his buddy, Gus, and I made our way up to WY to chase some pronghorns.
Weather was beautiful on the way in and we were treated to a great sunset that night.
We woke up Friday morning to snow that turned into a pelting rain, but we were itching to get out. After slogging around all morning in the mud we realized we probably would have been better off waiting out the weather.
mmmm... gumbo
That afternoon the weather cleared up a bit and Gus and I were able to put a stalk on a beaded buck. We got to about 90 yards in some sage brush and the buck stood up, I couldn't find a good shooting lane as the buck slowly started to walk away so I took the only shot I had which was at the shoulder, luckily we were a bit above him so the bullet exited his neck and only damaged one shoulder.
Gus was pleased at our success.
I took my buck to camp boned it out and got it on ice while the old men went out looking more animals.
Gus watched the boning out process expectantly waiting for his hard earned portion of the harvest.
Later that evening my father-n-law got a buck, but he didn't take any pictures...old guys...
The next morning we were treated to a beautiful day and found a great buck in a giant herd. We decided our best chance with all those eyes would be to do a slow push and have my father-n-law's buddy ambush them as they moved through a draw. The plan came together flawlessly, at 800 yards the herd spotted us and walked right past our shooter.
With three great animals and some great meals to look forward to we headed home, can't wait for next year.
Weather was beautiful on the way in and we were treated to a great sunset that night.
We woke up Friday morning to snow that turned into a pelting rain, but we were itching to get out. After slogging around all morning in the mud we realized we probably would have been better off waiting out the weather.
mmmm... gumbo
That afternoon the weather cleared up a bit and Gus and I were able to put a stalk on a beaded buck. We got to about 90 yards in some sage brush and the buck stood up, I couldn't find a good shooting lane as the buck slowly started to walk away so I took the only shot I had which was at the shoulder, luckily we were a bit above him so the bullet exited his neck and only damaged one shoulder.
Gus was pleased at our success.
I took my buck to camp boned it out and got it on ice while the old men went out looking more animals.
Gus watched the boning out process expectantly waiting for his hard earned portion of the harvest.
Later that evening my father-n-law got a buck, but he didn't take any pictures...old guys...
The next morning we were treated to a beautiful day and found a great buck in a giant herd. We decided our best chance with all those eyes would be to do a slow push and have my father-n-law's buddy ambush them as they moved through a draw. The plan came together flawlessly, at 800 yards the herd spotted us and walked right past our shooter.
With three great animals and some great meals to look forward to we headed home, can't wait for next year.
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