Now...time to get serious about the goat hunting...
The mouse had been gone only minutes when I saw a herd of does being followed by a bruiser of a buck. Even from several hundred yards away, it was obvious that this goat was huge. I knew he would stay close to his harem so I was hoping that the does would come to water and bring him in tow.
All of the antelope in this group were in an adjacent pasture and I was more than a little surprised when the entire herd sailed over the barbed wire fence just like deer. I had seen antelope jump before, but never so many at one time. They were an incredible spectacle!
As fate would have it, the does did not come to water, but continued across the pasture. But an equal measure of fortune was to be had on this day when the big buck hopped over the fence and came straight to the blind, turned broadside, and dropped his head to drink.
The bow and arrow were as ready as I was. And it was almost unconsciously that the limbs of the Thermal were drawn, the arrow was anchored, and the projectile was released. The Grizzly broadhead sliced through the big buck's ribs and gave this noble pronghorn a death that was worthy of him...clean, quick, and fair.
As wonderful as the horns are on this buck, it was his body size that most impressed me when I walked up to admire him. I've never had a pronghorn buck that I could not drag a few hundred yards away from the blind before field dressing...until this one. This buck was simply huge...and I am a very lucky hunter to have had the opportunity to take him with trad gear.
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