Posted By: D.T.
The prairie provides!!! Again - 09/14/21 03:10 AM
A cool story you might enjoy. I went for a "quick" three day weekend trip 9 hrs east of where I live for some hunting I always look forward too. Whitetail, Mulies, Elk, and Antelope galore. The weather wasn't in my favor and had a hot and smokey fri. 98
Saturday came and the heat was still there but less intense. Frankly I was getting a little unmotivated. I decided to try a new area of a big BLM chunk for antelope since deer and elk hunting was terrible. I pulled in on a random road where I saw some antelope does in an ag field. I glassed beyond and saw a shooter buck bedded in a perfect spot. Slightly below a subtle ridge in a slight saddle easily markable. I made a big 3/4 mile roundabout to keep terrain between he and I and got on the backside of the ridge. As I got within 75ish yards i knew I had my mark. The shoes came off and the stalk began. Slowly I crept to the saddle top and scanned as I moved super slowly. Finally I saw horns. Reading them I gathered he was at a calm state.
Telling this story and thinking through the shot, as well as having done this before, shooting an an antelope under 30 paces cannot be done without being seen. Im convinced they have the best eyes in North America other the MT goats and some predatory birds. Movement is what they pick up on and its hard to shoot without moving... at 24 paces. So I got the mental green light and went through the process of drawing and shooting. Quickly.
The buck was still bedded as I started this process but halfway through my draw he picked me up. I was drawing and moving slightly forward at the same time to actually see the rest of him. The arrow was on its way. Looking back at the shot it was amazing and bad all at the same time. I shoot instinctive which is a hard thing to describe to anyone who hasn't really shot a trad bow a lot. It seems impossible, but there is a slight split vision shooting that goes on comparable to shot gunning. I "aimed" where I wanted to hit but couldn't see it because of the topography. The arrow had a sweet arch over the tips of grass and sage brush. I heard the thump. I never saw it hit. He did move forward though getting up and out of his bed.
He ran 80 yds and stopped. He stood there for about a minute. I was motionless trying to pick up on any clues. One is a spooked antelope don't stand around. They run. To the horizon. So I figured I hit him. Finally he trotted slowly around the ridge knob. I ran to the top to see what was going on. In the basin on the other side i found him walking slowly. He laid down after 5 minutes. A good sign. I had 1 1/2 hrs till dark. I went back the the shot site and found the arrow. Surprisingly bloody. I went back to the top and stayed there watching him from afar. Time went on and he seemed weary. Twice I saw his head on the deck. I knew I had him, but overconfident thoughts seemed sinful.
After an actually easy nights sleep, probably from going hard for a couple days, I was back on top of the ridge and day break. As light increased I could see more and more. Except him. I told myself to stay up there for 30 minutes after to make sure I see everything. After waiting, I had devised a plan of going up a slight ditch draw to sneak up on the spot I last saw him the night before. Slowly I made ground. Getting close to his last sighting spot I got out of the draw and up on the flat and looked around for evidence. A slight and hard to follow track left and went slightly uphill. I went on a big walkabout out in that direction and around the spot I last saw him for a 1/2 mile or so. I didn't seem right. I figured, why don't i look in the draw right where he was. I came back high in the draw and walked down it. At a 100 I saw a big white rump! Nocking an arrow I made the distance, but he had already gave up the ghost.
Further inspection was a liver shot. I would say only 8" back of the right windage spot. Elevation was perfect, right on the brown white line. I really feel he just moved a bit through the shot. Regardless, it doesn't always go perfectly, but sharp broadheads reign supreme at times like these. Feeling lucky and blessed. Another antelope spot and stalk with the longbow!!
Also, I posted some photos of the arrows on the Photo Phriday. I have a good feeling about these Sitka Spruce shafts...
The ditch where I found him in the background.
Saturday came and the heat was still there but less intense. Frankly I was getting a little unmotivated. I decided to try a new area of a big BLM chunk for antelope since deer and elk hunting was terrible. I pulled in on a random road where I saw some antelope does in an ag field. I glassed beyond and saw a shooter buck bedded in a perfect spot. Slightly below a subtle ridge in a slight saddle easily markable. I made a big 3/4 mile roundabout to keep terrain between he and I and got on the backside of the ridge. As I got within 75ish yards i knew I had my mark. The shoes came off and the stalk began. Slowly I crept to the saddle top and scanned as I moved super slowly. Finally I saw horns. Reading them I gathered he was at a calm state.
Telling this story and thinking through the shot, as well as having done this before, shooting an an antelope under 30 paces cannot be done without being seen. Im convinced they have the best eyes in North America other the MT goats and some predatory birds. Movement is what they pick up on and its hard to shoot without moving... at 24 paces. So I got the mental green light and went through the process of drawing and shooting. Quickly.
The buck was still bedded as I started this process but halfway through my draw he picked me up. I was drawing and moving slightly forward at the same time to actually see the rest of him. The arrow was on its way. Looking back at the shot it was amazing and bad all at the same time. I shoot instinctive which is a hard thing to describe to anyone who hasn't really shot a trad bow a lot. It seems impossible, but there is a slight split vision shooting that goes on comparable to shot gunning. I "aimed" where I wanted to hit but couldn't see it because of the topography. The arrow had a sweet arch over the tips of grass and sage brush. I heard the thump. I never saw it hit. He did move forward though getting up and out of his bed.
He ran 80 yds and stopped. He stood there for about a minute. I was motionless trying to pick up on any clues. One is a spooked antelope don't stand around. They run. To the horizon. So I figured I hit him. Finally he trotted slowly around the ridge knob. I ran to the top to see what was going on. In the basin on the other side i found him walking slowly. He laid down after 5 minutes. A good sign. I had 1 1/2 hrs till dark. I went back the the shot site and found the arrow. Surprisingly bloody. I went back to the top and stayed there watching him from afar. Time went on and he seemed weary. Twice I saw his head on the deck. I knew I had him, but overconfident thoughts seemed sinful.
After an actually easy nights sleep, probably from going hard for a couple days, I was back on top of the ridge and day break. As light increased I could see more and more. Except him. I told myself to stay up there for 30 minutes after to make sure I see everything. After waiting, I had devised a plan of going up a slight ditch draw to sneak up on the spot I last saw him the night before. Slowly I made ground. Getting close to his last sighting spot I got out of the draw and up on the flat and looked around for evidence. A slight and hard to follow track left and went slightly uphill. I went on a big walkabout out in that direction and around the spot I last saw him for a 1/2 mile or so. I didn't seem right. I figured, why don't i look in the draw right where he was. I came back high in the draw and walked down it. At a 100 I saw a big white rump! Nocking an arrow I made the distance, but he had already gave up the ghost.
Further inspection was a liver shot. I would say only 8" back of the right windage spot. Elevation was perfect, right on the brown white line. I really feel he just moved a bit through the shot. Regardless, it doesn't always go perfectly, but sharp broadheads reign supreme at times like these. Feeling lucky and blessed. Another antelope spot and stalk with the longbow!!
Also, I posted some photos of the arrows on the Photo Phriday. I have a good feeling about these Sitka Spruce shafts...
The ditch where I found him in the background.