Thought I'd share one of my favorite hunts of all time, just Dad and I! Spot and stalk, Dad and I teamed up on this lope on the fourth day of our archery hunt, which we scouted and pre-named "Skinny" because from a far way off, he looked abnormally tall and thin (he actually has decent mass, but the height creates a misperception). I spooked the heard on my stalk for the second time and they finally headed Dad's way. He passed on the first smaller bucks because he knew the heard buck wasn't going to leave the does and was sure to follow. Sure enough Skinny came up over the hill, paused at the top as antelope usually do to take a look, and Dad got the shot. The buck jumped the string, but it still hit and dropped him in his tracks.
Dad was ecstatic, jumping up and down! I was just as happy as him, we were both cheering "You got Skinny, I can't believe it, you got Skinny!" The hard work finally paid off. Very neat and unique buck, and good 'ole Dad is tickled! I'll have to make a plaque with the buck's name, so it can go up on the wall right beneath Skinny. Nothing beats a great hunt with dad, one to remember forever!
Dad was ecstatic, jumping up and down! I was just as happy as him, we were both cheering "You got Skinny, I can't believe it, you got Skinny!" The hard work finally paid off. Very neat and unique buck, and good 'ole Dad is tickled! I'll have to make a plaque with the buck's name, so it can go up on the wall right beneath Skinny. Nothing beats a great hunt with dad, one to remember forever!
