Got back Wednesday from Susanville, where my brother had drawn a period 1 antelope tag. We hunted sun up till sundown four straight days. We hiked many miles, and covered a lot of ground. Although we saw antelope everyday, we just couldn't get within range.
Then, on the morning of the fifth day, we spotted a buck running with eleven does. They were moving up a draw, and were heading behind a hillside about a mile away. We hustled our way up the hillside, and as we crested the top, we stopped dead in our tracks. Apparently, the buck had chosen to come over the same hill directly towards us. There we stood face to face at just 60 yards away. We immediately hit the dirt. Lucky for us, he was a curious fellow. He stood still long enough to allow my brother to get the shot off. It was a great ending to an awesome hunt.
Then, on the morning of the fifth day, we spotted a buck running with eleven does. They were moving up a draw, and were heading behind a hillside about a mile away. We hustled our way up the hillside, and as we crested the top, we stopped dead in our tracks. Apparently, the buck had chosen to come over the same hill directly towards us. There we stood face to face at just 60 yards away. We immediately hit the dirt. Lucky for us, he was a curious fellow. He stood still long enough to allow my brother to get the shot off. It was a great ending to an awesome hunt.
