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The last time I went hunting was 2008 on the Pronghorn Antelope hunt. My dad and I had been putting in for it since the mid-90s and finally drew two tags. Went out by Vernal, UT. Saw a little herd of one male and three females. I got off the ATV and started making my way towards them in a dry river bead. Dad stayed on the quad to keep an eye on them. When I came out of the river bead dad met up with me and said to hop on because the herd had moved north. We took off after them and came to a dirt fire road. We got along parallel with them and I got off. They were about 500yds out and there wasn't much cover, just some scrub oak, so I slung my rifle over my back and crouched down to duckwalk as far as I could.
I made it about 90-100yds until the scrub oak ended and there was nothing left but open ground between me and the herd. I sat down to take my shot...and sat on a fucking cactus. Cactus needles in my right ass cheek. So I had to put all my weight on my left cheek, brought up my rifle (Remington 700 in .270 Winchester), and lined up the crosshairs on the male. He was still about 400yds out but giving me a good broadside shot. I aimed right at his spine expecting the bullet to drop at that range. I touched off the shot and the herd scattered. The male was to the left of me and he wheeled around and started running to my right. He suddenly stopped right in front of my and was facing me directly. He had run about 25-30yds closer to me. I figured I had missed the first shot and couldn't believe he stopped. I quickly worked the bolt, lined up my second shot, aimed right for the center of his throat figuring the first round had gone under him, touched off the shot, his head jerked backwards and he dropped. First shot had hit his left hind leg, went through his scrotum and blew out his balls, and went through his hind right leg. Second shot nailed him right through the right eye and blew his skull open.
I made it about 90-100yds until the scrub oak ended and there was nothing left but open ground between me and the herd. I sat down to take my shot...and sat on a fucking cactus. Cactus needles in my right ass cheek. So I had to put all my weight on my left cheek, brought up my rifle (Remington 700 in .270 Winchester), and lined up the crosshairs on the male. He was still about 400yds out but giving me a good broadside shot. I aimed right at his spine expecting the bullet to drop at that range. I touched off the shot and the herd scattered. The male was to the left of me and he wheeled around and started running to my right. He suddenly stopped right in front of my and was facing me directly. He had run about 25-30yds closer to me. I figured I had missed the first shot and couldn't believe he stopped. I quickly worked the bolt, lined up my second shot, aimed right for the center of his throat figuring the first round had gone under him, touched off the shot, his head jerked backwards and he dropped. First shot had hit his left hind leg, went through his scrotum and blew out his balls, and went through his hind right leg. Second shot nailed him right through the right eye and blew his skull open.