The final chapter...
Well sadly this is the final chapter of my Wyoming antelope hunt. All in all it was a great experience, one that I invested tons of time scouting, scouring every ounce of public land that I could. Taking pictures of each of the bucks I encountered and tediously comparing each and estimating scores. I had been chasing this unit for years (even prior to preference points), not because it was published in a magazine or touted as the premier unit. It was a unit I have spent a lot of time in. The county in which it resides historically has produced numerous B&C caliber bucks, so the genetics are present. It has also experienced significant die offs from winterkill, survived some years of extreme drought, strains from excessive drilling.... and I waited patiently for my chance.
Fortunately this year the WY G&F moved the draw back until May, which allowed me to monitor the conditions of the herd before applying. Numbers had rebound fairly well from past die offs. Last fall was an incredible year of moisture, and the range was in the best condition it had been in years. That was followed by an extremely mild winter, and a very wet spring and early summer. The condtions were ideal for horn growth in my opinion. So I applied, barring any massive influx of max point holders I was assured to draw. And I did...
During my weeks of scouting and archery hunting I had pretty much narrowed the chase down to two bucks, both of which were in the same walk in area. I am assured that they were there because of the fact that no vehicles are allowed ( with the exception of Oil field traffic). I find that most people wont put in the effort to put on a couple of miles of boot leather when they can drive around in there atv and get one off the road... Over all I was fairly disappointed with the caliber of bucks I had been seeing, it was obvious that years of bad winters, bad droughts had taken there toll on the age classes and overall horn development of the pronghorn that had been in the unit.
So the archery hunt passed with some close encounters with the two bucks I had decided upon. I drew my bow a number of times on both bucks and never fired an arrow, either the shot was not good or the wind was blowing too hard or they busted me drawing the bow. I had countless blown stalks on both, consuming entire days, stalking them over and over in some incredibly tough and hot open country. And so came the rifle opener....