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Day 1
My son Derek and I were successful on our DIY Pronghorn in NW Colorado.
Derek had never hunted anything but whitetail. It was his first western hunt, so I was semi-guiding him and then hunting myself assuming he tagged out.
The area we drew is not known for many Booners so we were just looking for a fun hunt with nice representative bucks. We were successful on both accounts
As always, Mother Nature did her best to screw us. The area had rare Sept rains the two days before the season opener. HEAVY rains that made many of the back roads unusable. We had to stop 3/4 mile short of our some ranch land I had permission to hunt and hike in from there in the dark.
Daylight came and found us climbing a large hill/small mountain on the ranch. We glassed the immediate area. We could see about 1/5 of the 1600 acre ranch from that hilltop and after 30 minutes we had not spotted any Antelope.
There was a road at the base of the hill we were glassing from that went along a ridge to the rest of ranch into the area we couldn’t see from where we were. We came down off the hill and started down the road to the remote area we couldn’t see as it dropped into a valley East of our position. We got about 1/4 mile down the road and Derek suddenly stopped in front of me and held his arm out. Looking to my right there was a valley we couldn’t see down into from the hilltop. At the base of the valley was a small waterhole with a Antelope doe at the edge. We dropped down and crawled to a big clump of sage brush to watch the situation.
Suddenly a 2nd doe emerged from a small crevasse leading to the waterhole. Then a 3rd…and a 4th. It was peak rut so by now we were expecting a buck to show up any minute.
A 5th doe emerged and our excitement level racheted up another notch. Finally out came a buck and it didn’t take Derek long to decide he was a shooter. He was tall and the horns went straight up not angled out. And the tips came straight in almost to the point of touching each other.
We ranged the buck at 225 yards. Derek gave his Leupold VX5 HD 3x15 scope 1 click of elevation and steadied on the buck over a pair of short shooting sticks.
The buck had been quartering away hard as he climbed a small hill to the waterhole, but when he had to go around a large boulder he turned broadside and Derek’s 7mm Wby roared.
The buck jumped at the hit and tried to run but his legs buckled and he tumbled down the small hill rolling 4 times until he came to a stop. Derek had already racked another cartridge into the chamber in case the buck stood up, but after a few kicks of his legs it was over. Derek had his first Pronghorn.
We walk down into the valley take pictures and cut up the Antelope. We skinned, quartered and caped the Antelope and threw the meat into game bags. We had a mile and three-quarter hike back to the truck and the first 275 yards was up a steep slope out of the valley. Luckily Derek is ex-military with two tours in the middle east, so he was up to the task. He carried all 4 quarters and the loins and the head/cape out in one trip.
But we were back to the truck and dropping Is meat quarters to be frozen in town before noon.
So we were off to a good start.
My son Derek and I were successful on our DIY Pronghorn in NW Colorado.
Derek had never hunted anything but whitetail. It was his first western hunt, so I was semi-guiding him and then hunting myself assuming he tagged out.
The area we drew is not known for many Booners so we were just looking for a fun hunt with nice representative bucks. We were successful on both accounts
As always, Mother Nature did her best to screw us. The area had rare Sept rains the two days before the season opener. HEAVY rains that made many of the back roads unusable. We had to stop 3/4 mile short of our some ranch land I had permission to hunt and hike in from there in the dark.
Daylight came and found us climbing a large hill/small mountain on the ranch. We glassed the immediate area. We could see about 1/5 of the 1600 acre ranch from that hilltop and after 30 minutes we had not spotted any Antelope.
There was a road at the base of the hill we were glassing from that went along a ridge to the rest of ranch into the area we couldn’t see from where we were. We came down off the hill and started down the road to the remote area we couldn’t see as it dropped into a valley East of our position. We got about 1/4 mile down the road and Derek suddenly stopped in front of me and held his arm out. Looking to my right there was a valley we couldn’t see down into from the hilltop. At the base of the valley was a small waterhole with a Antelope doe at the edge. We dropped down and crawled to a big clump of sage brush to watch the situation.
Suddenly a 2nd doe emerged from a small crevasse leading to the waterhole. Then a 3rd…and a 4th. It was peak rut so by now we were expecting a buck to show up any minute.
A 5th doe emerged and our excitement level racheted up another notch. Finally out came a buck and it didn’t take Derek long to decide he was a shooter. He was tall and the horns went straight up not angled out. And the tips came straight in almost to the point of touching each other.
We ranged the buck at 225 yards. Derek gave his Leupold VX5 HD 3x15 scope 1 click of elevation and steadied on the buck over a pair of short shooting sticks.
The buck had been quartering away hard as he climbed a small hill to the waterhole, but when he had to go around a large boulder he turned broadside and Derek’s 7mm Wby roared.
The buck jumped at the hit and tried to run but his legs buckled and he tumbled down the small hill rolling 4 times until he came to a stop. Derek had already racked another cartridge into the chamber in case the buck stood up, but after a few kicks of his legs it was over. Derek had his first Pronghorn.
We walk down into the valley take pictures and cut up the Antelope. We skinned, quartered and caped the Antelope and threw the meat into game bags. We had a mile and three-quarter hike back to the truck and the first 275 yards was up a steep slope out of the valley. Luckily Derek is ex-military with two tours in the middle east, so he was up to the task. He carried all 4 quarters and the loins and the head/cape out in one trip.
But we were back to the truck and dropping Is meat quarters to be frozen in town before noon.
So we were off to a good start.
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