My butt is draggin tonight and I'm not the one doing all the low crawlin.
We looked over several BIG bands of antelope today trying to find just the right buck in just the right place.
It looked like we'd found that in one herd at the base of a high hill. As we moved into position to begin the stalk they busted us and lit out for higher and safer ground.
Blasting around behind the hill we took a gamble that we could cut them off... it almost worked!
We had our choice of draws to ambush in and of course the goats chose the one we didn't.
After cruising some new country looking for stalkable goats or at least an overlooked waterhole, and finding neither, we were back on home turf for the last blinding rays of the setting sun and a final go at the meadow goats.
It almost worked! Our bowman got seriously friendly with sagebrush and sandy soil in an attempt to close the distance.
He simply ran out of time. At sixty yards the dandy buck left the field, followed by the rest of the herd, passing within 15 yards of a ditch crossing I'd deemed "unfit".
Don't ya just love it.
(I think I'll be using that Graemlin a lot in the next few days) :D
The last dying rays of light were snuffed out by the spreading cold of evening and I pulled on a jacket before heading back to the cabin for a late, but much needed supper.
The pictures of the day are in the works and I hope to have them up before long.