I'm baaaack and I have a confession to make. I had buck fever REAL BAD after seeing a very nice buck that would be very close to going book. How bad? BAD. Bad enough to drop my original plan and come up with a new one, bad enough to not sleep a wink (okay, I never do before a hunt anyway). Bad enough to get to the spot 2 hours before daylight because I was convinced that everyone and their dog had seen this buck. I then froze my tushy off in the 40 MPH wind until the sun started to touch the valley floor. Now I knew that big buck was just layin' there somewhere, but the sun hadn't quite hit yet, and you all know how hard antelope are without some reflective light; anyway, there I was, minding my own darn business sitting on my butt waiting and watching from a reef. I heard a rock tumble below me, and lo and behold, I had somehow managed to sit above a major game trail, because there went 2 does not more than 20 yards away. Well, I began counting those does. Mr. Big had eight with him, and once I hit eight they stopped coming. A 30-second pause and.......well, gee how can you resist a 20-yard shot with a frontstuffer at a goat that has no idea you are desperately trying to hang onto a rock on a 40-degree slope above him without making a noise? What can I say, I was convinced it was him, so I pulled the trigger, and he dropped right there and rolled to the bottom. I was elated as hell, how often does a last-minute plan come together so well?
Well, then I find out that there is a wash the size of Deadhorse Point on that side of the reef, so's I can't get the truck over there. So I haul this big ole' bloody stinky goat on my shoulders back up the reef.
By now the sun was up, it was maybe 7:30, and I paused to catch my breath and watch the light creep across the vast expanse of the valley. I followed the flight of a golden eagle as he swooped over me and down the reef below, and guess what I saw? Mr. Big. DOH!!!! I SHOT THE WRONG GOAT!! It was clear that he was much much bigger. *sigh* Next year, Mr. Big, next year.
Anyway, this one has a broomed prong but great mass and huge hooks with some ivory. He goes just over 14, and will score 76. I just can't seem to break that 80-inch mark yet, but boy oh boy, I won't trade watching speedgoats that close in their normal morning routine for anything!