leftturnabq
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Well, finally got my dad a tag drawn, and he put one down during the early afternoon of the first day.
We had to hunt a little harder than on previous trips, but finally got into close range of some relaxed animals that my uncle (who came out from Oklahoma to join us) and rabidrattlesnake spotted. Unfortunately, my dad got a little "buck fever" and took a little too long to calm down before he could take a shot.
I picked out a really nice bull from the bunch, but by the time he got on him the bull had turned and walked behind a broken horned oryx. We were fairly close and the more we waited the more antsy the oryx got, to the point where they started to line up and trot off. I tried keeping my dad on the big one, while he was trying to control his breathing. When he shot, I was watching the bull I was hoping he would shoot, but somehow we weren't on the same page. I heard the bullet hit and saw horns dip in my peripheral vision, and of course, all hell broke loose in a cloud of dust.
My dad racked another, and I told him to "hold his fire". I looked back at my uncle and rabidrattlesnake (who were watching the whoe thing from another 100 yards back) and asked if they saw the hit, but they only heard it as well.
So we approached to where the animals were and found this young bull fighting to get up with a high hit to the spine disabling his rear legs. One more shot to the boiler room at 20 yards put him down for good.
He measures 31" and some change. A young bull, but great eating and he'll make an awesome skull mount.
The most important part is that we had fun and my dad is very happy with him. According to my dad, this was his last hunt...we'll see about that.
We had to hunt a little harder than on previous trips, but finally got into close range of some relaxed animals that my uncle (who came out from Oklahoma to join us) and rabidrattlesnake spotted. Unfortunately, my dad got a little "buck fever" and took a little too long to calm down before he could take a shot.
I picked out a really nice bull from the bunch, but by the time he got on him the bull had turned and walked behind a broken horned oryx. We were fairly close and the more we waited the more antsy the oryx got, to the point where they started to line up and trot off. I tried keeping my dad on the big one, while he was trying to control his breathing. When he shot, I was watching the bull I was hoping he would shoot, but somehow we weren't on the same page. I heard the bullet hit and saw horns dip in my peripheral vision, and of course, all hell broke loose in a cloud of dust.
My dad racked another, and I told him to "hold his fire". I looked back at my uncle and rabidrattlesnake (who were watching the whoe thing from another 100 yards back) and asked if they saw the hit, but they only heard it as well.
So we approached to where the animals were and found this young bull fighting to get up with a high hit to the spine disabling his rear legs. One more shot to the boiler room at 20 yards put him down for good.
He measures 31" and some change. A young bull, but great eating and he'll make an awesome skull mount.
The most important part is that we had fun and my dad is very happy with him. According to my dad, this was his last hunt...we'll see about that.
