been hunting pronghorn for 6 years since winning a New Mexico
antelope hunt through Buckmasters BADF for disabled hunters. That
trip got me hooked and i've been applying for the mobility-impaired
season ever since. Every year I got really close to taking a big goat
but I watched them slip away every time. But I kept coming back.
Last year, I got set up with 2 really good guides and we became great
friends right away. They were as into goat hunting as I was. On the
evening before my hunt began, just before dark, I stopped Roger (he
and his fiance', Audrey, were my new guides), so I could glass a doe
i had spotted in the distance. We were about to leave the area and
head home, but I wanted one last look. This monster buck was grazing
nearby, and we sat speechless watching him until dark.
The next morning we were right back there, of course, but he was
nowhere to be found. About 5 minutes later, we rolled up this rise
and there he stood 300 yards away. Instantly, the two does he was
with started down the fence and he followed behind, as did we. Well,
by the grace of God we slowly got him between us and the fence
because the does had gone under and left, but not stovepipe, his rack
was too big and he couldn't get under. I got my shot and I took it.
It was a thrill of my lifetime to roll up on this magnificent animal.
It was even better to have my dad and best friends there with me.