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Bro and I both got nice ones yesterday. Now we are lounging around Casper waiting for meat processing. Will do a bit of geocaching today. Home toward the end of the week.
I had already put in a lot of walking that morning. I was out a mile or so early, and cut it short to go and help Ron drag his out. He was almost done by the time we drove over to him, but he was beat and glad to see us.
Then I had another long walk after noon. Saw a buck at 290 yards, but he had already seen me, and for a shot like that I needed to get set up well. He and his lady didn't wait around long enough. I sat up and glassed a big valley for a while, took a little nap, and then headed back to the truck.
Carol was waiting in the truck, and as I walked up to it I glassed around me one more time. From the very rear of the truck I could see my buck laying out there about 300+ yards. I don't think he could see the truck, but he could probably see my head bobbing up over the grassy hill. I tapped on the window and motioned to Carol to remain quiet, and then I worked my way over to close a little distance. It was tough getting a clear shot with the tall grass, without totally exposing myself. But I managed to get in a sitting position with my new fangled shooting stick for support. He was at about 300 yards, and he has seen me by now, but is still sticking in his bed. I think this was the same buck that had seen me before, and perhaps he had become complacent with my presence. About the time I was positioned for the shot, he stood up and turned almost broadside. This was a fatal mistake. I could not get an accurate laser range because of the grass, but it looked like 300, and I held for that plus about 6" into the stiff wind. The placement was perfect, and exited taking out the front shoulder blade with massive blood loss. Even so he had disappeared over into a draw, so I gave him 15 minutes to bleed out before following up. It was an easy blood trail to follow, so I knew he was not going far. Turned out he was barely over into the draw. We had about a 200 yard drag to reach the road that I had been parked along.
The country looks flat and stark, just what Pronghorns like. But there are hills and coulees that you can use for your advantage. Sometimes.
This buck measured 13-3/4" length with good mass at the bases. Probably my second best Pronghorn.
Looks like Steve and Gail are seeing some real "secondary" roads today if they are driving from Topeka to Springer, NM.
We didn't go that way after all. The only reason I wanted to was that I kinda wanted to go through Dodge City, but the urge passed.
Ended up going down through Wichita and picking up US54 which we followed down through Liberal, Guymon, Dalhart all the way down to I40. That took Santa Fe out of the picture. We ended up in Santa Rosa NM for the night.
Did you stop and see the old train depot in Tucumcari?
54 is a great cut-off, and well-traveled by the OTR guys, but them little towns along the way can be radar traps, and they cut down on your average speed.
Both Guymon and Dalhart have some good feed-stops, however, but the rest aren't much but wide spots.
I think the worst weather I've ever driven in was on 54 south of Dodge. Dark and scary evening, with a premonition of funnels dancin' in my brain.
Santa Rosa's a nice little town. It's one of the few little places where Route 66 hasn't all but disappeared. It sure reminds me of the '50's. Grants, NM is another.