LAST EDITED ON Jul-29-10 AT 11:49 PM (MST)
Well Capt. Hook was my favorite but not the only buck I saw. Actually I have seen hundreds of bucks and you get to where within two seconds of glass you can see if it is worth looking harder at. I would say less than five percent of Bucks are in the trophy class and just a few that are really in a class of their own. I do have a good spotting scope, glasses and camera but don’t have the scope to camera connector so some of the pictures are not too hot….but for the most part you can see the buck.
I call this guy "Buckethead" not a bad horn but a head and face that has the appeal of an oat bucket.
I am still trying to figure out how to take some sort of decent pictures holding a camera up to the spotting scope. Some of the results are not bad and some are plain terrible. Here are a few random bucks I was able get some sort of shots of.
Well I did check out the private property I have access to an and it is where I went exploring after I checked on the Capt. A battalion of windmills laid watch over my hunting grounds. And for windmills business was good. The wind was relentless and almost biblical at times and averages of 50 mph with gusts up to maybe 80. Day after day. Not a big plus when sporting your bow and trying to stay steady and send a projectile with a trio of wind vanes to a precise spot.
This is one of the terrible pictures but this buck was really something so I added it. I call him “Heartbreaker” His horns make a big heart shape witha wicked curl back, yet his starring point is freaky long prongs, with average mass and lots of sex appeal he was on the wanted list for sure. These pictures are at dark and but I got a good look at him.
For those of you who have done much glassing at midday know that seeing a decent image with the mirage heat waves almost impossible. Add in a shaking spotting scope in the wind, and well you do your best.
Heartbreaker is on the short list
A couple of smaller bucks ina sea of grass
There is scattered water and a few bigger pond/lakes that the Antelope come in random places making it hard to pick a waterhole spot. Heartbreaker and several other nice bucks liked a place that has a tiny spring running through a flat with some green. I saw them there several times and decided to dig a blind in the central spot that afford a little movement and stalking in a few directions. Who knows the spring could be dead dry in a few weeks….but dug anyways. I kept thinking of the old song “Sixteen Tons” and digging Boss Keens dirt in “Cool Hand Luke”
Through the middle of the private ground is a really cool canyon of rocks and gullies. I found this guy I call the “Jester”, he looks like he has one of those Jester hats on. Never was drawn to non-typical. Antelope, but this guy is sort of cool. He just needs a couple of bells hanging from his tips.
I will be making one more Wyoming scouting trips before showtime. The season starts in just a couple of weeks....lots to do....