So where's the story??? Walt, you are not very forthcoming with info in your blogs...hunting, marriage, etc....I feel shorted. AND no Bachelor party debauchery???
Cleaver, is that on the Clearwater??? Coming up any time soon???
Brian, maybe you should have picked upo the doe and saoked it in Gojo orange hand cleaner...takes away the motor oil stink....
OK, OK...We awoke at 5am made coffee and jumped in the truck. After a 15 minute drive we got to the parking area. We exited the truck and started walking blindly in the dark across the plains. The day before, Keith had marked on his GPS were we needed to be. Following the arrow on his GPS we made it 2 miles to the spot. We jumped into the irrigation ditch about 20 minutes before shooting light. Keith walked down the ditch to expel his dinner from the night before and I sat there drinking coffee and had a smoke. 10 minutes before legal shooting light we couldn't take it anymore and belly crawled up to the top of the ditch. Keith immediately spotted a group of antelope 80 yards to our left(about 40 yards where he relieved himself). I still had a hard time seeing them at that point. As it became more light out the group of goats started working their way directly in front of us. I kept looking at Keith to give the thumbs up that we where legal. There was one buck in the group and Keith had already filled his buck tag so he was mine. Keith had planned this hunt so I wanted him to take the first shot. Once Keith gave the thumbs up, I kept looking over to him whispering "shoot!". After about three minutes, he finally had a doe separate from the group and let some lead fly. I immediately found the buck in my scope and popped off a round. He took off running and I let off another round holding about 2 feet in front of him. A couple more paces he topples over. Keith say's "look for a wounded doe". We keep our eyes on the herd until they were out of sight. We high five and start walking out there. About 80 yards out we find Keith's doe which dropped in her tracks(he named her Princess, nice little doe). My buck fell another 100 yards out. We drug the critters next to one another and started gutting them. After a little clean up, Keith dragged Princess to the truck, the way we walked in 2 miles. I walked the other way, also about 2 miles but a little easier drag, and Keith picked me up. Actually, he hepled on the last 1/4 mile. This is 2 years in a row I had to drag a stickin goat 2 miles. Last year I said was going to butcher it on the spot and throw all the meat on my back. I don't know why I forgot that this year, but next year I'm definitely packing my frame pack and some game bags. The hell with dragging! Oh yeah, when I skinned my goat there was only one shot in him. I speculate my first shot killed him, double lung, and the second was a clean miss but who knows.
I'm waiting for some snow to locate and track the wretched vermin....just you wait. Besides....maybe I killed six already and didn't tag em....I don't shot wolves and tell. Better fur later.
I like the story. Can picture. Yes you need packframe....the hell with dragging.
I have to thank Keith for a text book hunt, Hollywood couldn't have scripted a better story. Three minutes after shooting light we had 2 goats down.
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Nice stinky meat speed goat!
Have you tried soaking the meat in buttermilk? Cuts down on the stink a little. (Can you tell I've eaten some shitty antelope before?)
All I've killed is a doe with the bumper of my company truck. Nice work.
So where's the story??? Walt, you are not very forthcoming with info in your blogs...hunting, marriage, etc....I feel shorted. AND no Bachelor party debauchery???
Cleaver, is that on the Clearwater??? Coming up any time soon???
Brian, maybe you should have picked upo the doe and saoked it in Gojo orange hand cleaner...takes away the motor oil stink....
OK, OK...We awoke at 5am made coffee and jumped in the truck. After a 15 minute drive we got to the parking area. We exited the truck and started walking blindly in the dark across the plains. The day before, Keith had marked on his GPS were we needed to be. Following the arrow on his GPS we made it 2 miles to the spot. We jumped into the irrigation ditch about 20 minutes before shooting light. Keith walked down the ditch to expel his dinner from the night before and I sat there drinking coffee and had a smoke. 10 minutes before legal shooting light we couldn't take it anymore and belly crawled up to the top of the ditch. Keith immediately spotted a group of antelope 80 yards to our left(about 40 yards where he relieved himself). I still had a hard time seeing them at that point. As it became more light out the group of goats started working their way directly in front of us.
I kept looking at Keith to give the thumbs up that we where legal. There was one buck in the group and Keith had already filled his buck tag so he was mine. Keith had planned this hunt so I wanted him to take the first shot. Once Keith gave the thumbs up, I kept looking over to him whispering "shoot!". After about three minutes, he finally had a doe separate from the group and let some lead fly. I immediately found the buck in my scope and popped off a round. He took off running and I let off another round holding about 2 feet in front of him. A couple more paces he topples over. Keith say's "look for a wounded doe". We keep our eyes on the herd until they were out of sight. We high five and start walking out there. About 80 yards out we find Keith's doe which dropped in her tracks(he named her Princess, nice little doe). My buck fell another 100 yards out. We drug the critters next to one another and started gutting them. After a little clean up, Keith dragged Princess to the truck, the way we walked in 2 miles. I walked the other way, also about 2 miles but a little easier drag, and Keith picked me up. Actually, he hepled on the last 1/4 mile.
This is 2 years in a row I had to drag a stickin goat 2 miles. Last year I said was going to butcher it on the spot and throw all the meat on my back. I don't know why I forgot that this year, but next year I'm definitely packing my frame pack and some game bags. The hell with dragging!
Oh yeah, when I skinned my goat there was only one shot in him. I speculate my first shot killed him, double lung, and the second was a clean miss but who knows.
As for my marriage, I don't kiss and tell!
Philly, I expected to see a pic of a wolf weeks ago. What gives?
I'm waiting for some snow to locate and track the wretched vermin....just you wait. Besides....maybe I killed six already and didn't tag em....I don't shot wolves and tell. Better fur later.
I like the story. Can picture. Yes you need packframe....the hell with dragging.
i shot two tasty little guys...
i saw rob drag two out at the same time... about 1.5 miles
being new to the speed goat seen i'm hooked.
working on my spelling too.
sean
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