23. August 2010 11:56
The first morning of my 2010 archery season was anything but what I had intended. The archery antelope season had been open for almost a week before I was able to escape to the public land and sage flats of Northeastern Wyoming. I woke early to complete a few minor tasks prior to the hunt, the first of which was to screw-in three brand new N.A.P BloodRunner Broadheads. After looking through the one tote and the one bag that I had taken on the weekend trip, it was apparent that my broadheads were at home. Rather than get too fired up about it, I went back to sleep for two hours knowing the local sporting goods store opened at 8am. Arriving at the store, I found the broadhead selection very limited and opted for a four-pack of N.A.P Spitfire mechanicals.
This guy needs another year, but he has potential!
My shooter buck standards were fairly low, knowing that my September schedule is already packed with other hunts. The first day provided several shooter bucks but between the cows, bordering property owners and an errant arrow… I went home with an empty truck bed. Thankfully, the next morning would prove to have a different outcome.
A bachelor group of Wyoming Pronghorns in difficult stalking terrain
I drove nine miles South of town to a section of state land where I had seen a nice buck the previous day. I drove to the back of the property only to find that buck on private land in an adjacent pasture. On the way out I spotted a decent looking buck bedded with two does, they were bedded just off of a sage flat where it falls down to a dry creek bed. Unfortunately, the only way I had to stalk the buck was from upwind. I decided to test my luck and began the sneak. When I got to about 50 yards from the edge of the sage flat, I knelt down, knocked an arrow and tried to fine tune my plan. I knew that I was within 60 yards of the goats and that my scent had to be dangerously close to giving me away so I pressed on... Seconds later I saw horns and ears jump up and run parallel to me and hoping they would stop to see what smelled, I immediately came to full draw on my knees. The buck did just that and with no time for my Leupold RX-1000 to tell me how far he was, I made a quick judgment. I placed my bottom pin slightly below the top of his back, my arrow made a quick flight before I heard the “thump” and watched my fletchings disappear. The buck spun around in a circle several times before coming to rest only five yards from where he was shot. I raised both hands and my Allegiance to the sky and said, “Thank you.” The Spitfire did an excellent job on the quartering away animal.
My 2010 Wyoming Pronghorn scores out at 72 2/8” which will well reach the minimum SCI and Pope & Young minimums after drying time. This goat won’t be entered, but the memory of an exciting, public land, spot and stalk hunt will tell the story much better than the paper pages of any record book.