A storm front pushing down from western Canada looked ominous as we crossed the
Colorado state line into Wyoming. It’s also one of the things I love about
being at elevation – you can see rain storms from 20 miles away.
the time we reached Wheatland, forty miles north of Cheyenne, the line of clouds had passed and the sun was shining
again in places. It was forecasted to be perfect antelope hunting for the next 2-3
days…and it was!
Big Al, the main man of a small organization called Chairbound Hunters, picked me up early the next morning
and we headed west out of town to check out some of the ranches he has
permission to hunt. Deer and antelope were all over the alfalfa
fields grazing at first light, so you know how fired up I was by the time we
got to the area where we could start getting serious.
Clear, sunny skies and light winds greeted us on the high plains just west of the Laramie mountain range. Right away, we were spotting speedgoats and
glassing them for a nice buck. There were small groups of pronghorn antelope doe roaming the terrain. Each one seemed to have a dominant buck with them, making it easier to locate them. Another disabled hunter with us, Sandy, who’d been hunting a couple of days already, was up to shoot first.
We hunted all morning, but it was afternoon before we came up on a nice 15″ goat. Big Al followed him around either trying to get Sandy in position for a shot or waiting until our buck left his
does so we could get a little closer. Lone bucks are typically easier to put a stalk on. After some delicate maneuvering, Sandy missed his first shot at 200 yards and then connected at 300 on his second. By that time, the wind had picked up, pushing the shot too far back, but it was still enough to put him down. Antelope can’t pack much lead from what I’ve seen.
Needless to say, we gave him time to expire before driving up, but as soon as we did, Sandy’s goat sprang up and ran down into a draw before stopping to
check us out. Sandy’s third shot put him down for good.
next day, it was just me and Al hunting. Right away, we came around on a huge herd of about 40 antelope, so we took our time glassing over each one of the 3
or 4 bucks that had real potential. All were nice goats, just not quite
enough though. We rolled on. Not far away, as we left the big herd, we spotted a good buck with a
wider spread leading his harem of three does away along the bottom of the draw. Right away, I
decided I wanted to try him.
separate occasions, I was moments from taking a shot. He kept turning and trotting away every time. So we backed off a bit and followed him from farther off until he got into a better spot for a stalk. And low and behold, this buck too left his does
and dropped down behind a rise. We immediately turned straight toward him to gain some distance and elevation while we had the chance. When we popped up on top, there he stood only 200 yards away! I connected with him with the first shot from my new 7mm Remington that I had made for me this summer, and my hunt in this beautiful country had ended. I was going home with a nice 14″ pronghorn with 6.5″ bases.