I took my daughter Adi with me on my antelope hunt. She was so excited to finally get to go hunting with her dad. She was even more excited to learn that we were hunting in a wild horse area. The day before the opener we saw a ton of wild horses but no antelope. After a unusually cold october night we woke to find are water bottles frozen solid and my diesel just barely turned over. Once we got the truck started and warmed up we drove around and glassed all day. We found several herds but no shooters. I think we spent more time glassing mustangs than lopes. We decided to head into town and get a room so her old dad wouldn't freeze his but off again. Day two we woke nice and warm and hit the road to my hunting area. We saw a nice buck and tried a stalk but could not close the deal. We then went to check out another area and found the buck I ended up shooting(Adi named him Oscar). I initially passed on him but could not find a bigger one after hunting the rest of the morning. Adi had to get to school the next day and I really wanted to get one while she was with me. We returned to the area we last saw Oscar and found his herd had not moved far. We got within what I thought was about 500 yards but my range finder couldn't find a good target. I took a shot and missed and the herd blew out of the area. We stepped off the yardage while checking for blood to make sure I had a clean miss and figured that he was at least 600 yards away when I took the shot. On are way back from checking for blood Adi found a "wild" horse shoe. After picking up the horse shoe we looked back and saw the herd circling around us. After a quick stalk we got with in 100 yards and intercepted them. He saw us at the last second and began to quarter away and I dropped him in his tracks. I'm so proud of how tough my little girl was on the whole trip. She is gonna be quite the hunter.