Back from Chicago, I managed to sneak out after work and do a little antelope hunting. Fighting the urge to feel like I'm wasting my time trying to spot and stalk all the time, maybe sweating my ass of in a camouflage tent by some water would be worth it? Not nearly enough stimulation for this guy I guess. I got a few more looks at the big buck I saw just before I flew out. He is running the show now. Last night, I managed my best stalk yet on a very small buck, only to let doubt get the best of me.
I practiced a great deal of patience on the little guy, cutting the distance from more than half a mile to 300 yards, only moving when he was feeding and never trying to go too far. I was then stuck at that distance for more than 20 minutes before he fed into a small crease in the landscape. Once out of sight I hustled up to try and cut him off. Taking longer than I thought I got toward the end of the crease I glassed to see if he had gotten out. I had for the most part convinced myself, that he had moved on, caught my scent or Maybe he was just right there still in that little fold, nah Its so small. I must have been 25-30 ft from him, I let my gaurd down, because I have been dooped so many times before. Lesson learned.
On the way out I managed to have 3 does walk by at about 30 yards. The bucks got held up with hot does, one crossed the fence and was headed in, only to have his doe break, and go back under the fence. The big buck, I'm going to call "Babe", was on the horizon the whole time, watching the scene below. I watched he and "Jerry" make four or five chases on smaller bucks. As far as the rut, its on. I managed a few pictures of "Babe" through the scope, He is definatly the boss on this particular piece of property. And he is my home run ball.
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