Ok I'm not much of a story teller but here goes. My hunting buddy Dave and I drove out to my little make shift hunting camp in Wyoming in late Sept. There we met up with four young guys from my sportsmen's club back in PA. They wanted to hunt for pronghorns, so I told them their best bet was to meet me out there and be ready to hunt on opening day Oct.1st. That way they would have first pick and have a chance at them before they get spooked up by other hunters. They showed up a few days early and tried their hands at coyote hunting but found out very quickly how smart those little devils can be. When opening day dawned I took 2 of the boys with me and Dave took the other 2 with him. My group drew blood first but it didn't come that easy, although it should have. You see these young guys came prepared, practiced and ready with their fancy shooting rigs, high dollar scopes, range finders, shooting sticks, all sorts of shooting accessories and a ton of confidence and for a few days before the hunt I was trying to prepare them for the reality of antelope hunting. And the reality is that guys find ways of missing antelope, I don't know why they just do. Anyway shortly after 7 AM we drove up on a beautiful antelope buck, we just crested the hill and there he stood too close to really do anything about so I did the smart thing and just drove on by him about 75 yards or so, stopped the truck and as calmly as I could instructed George to get out and kill him. Well he got out and got set up pretty quickly and I just got my head turned around in time to see a clean miss, looked like he shot right over his back. George looks at me and says "did I miss"? To which I replied something like "looks like it, if I were you I'd shoot again pretty quick". The second shot rang out and this time it was a clean kill shot. George was feeling so many different emotions at that time I almost pitied him, hell I might have pitied him if I wouldn't have known what he had just shot. His first ever pronghorn will more then likely make the book and he darn near didn't get it at 75 yards. Now that would have been a pity. We made short work of photos, gutting and loading him into the truck and were off down the road to another of my favorite spots.Congrats, both looked like good shots. .... "And now for the rest of the story!!"