Well, so far I have been out trying to outwit a few of these prairie goats here in Colorado around Delta for the last 4 and a half days. The first day right at daylight we spotted one but he took off faster than a jet aircraft. A little while later we spotted a group of 5 antelope about a mile away. We drove up the road until we were into the hills where we could begin a stalk and headed out. Once my partner and myself reached the area that they were feeding in they were gone. We headed up the hill that they were on and in the direction that they were feeding but we couldn't find them. So it was back to the 4 wheelers to regroup and figure something else out. We checked out a few other places and then decided to find some shade and do some glassing. About a half hour later I spotted the small group again and found out where they had gone as we were putting on the stalk. We watched them head over to the hill that they were feeding on and then up and over it to a cedar draw and out of sight. It was about a mile and half but I decided to take a hike and see if I could find them. By the time I got there they were gone. We started to glass some more and spotted them about a mile away to the west and moving. So much for the first day.
The second day found us doing the same thing in the same places. We didn't spot anything so we decided to head to a water pond and check it out for tracks. We didn't see any so we decided to head down the road stopping every now and then to glass. We came around a bend and were about a half mile off of HWY 50 so we stopped and glassed the opposite side of the highway. Right away I spotted a group of 10. There was a nice buck and a smaller buck with 8 does. We watched them for a while along with a couple of coyotes trying to figure out how we were going to get to them. We figured that we need to go back to the truck and head over to the other side of the highway so I started up my wheeler and headed toward the highway. Just as I did the antelope got up out of there beds and looked right at me. Now the funny part is that they were 100 yards off of a major highway with a car or truck going by every minute or so and not paying any attention but as soon as I fired up the wheeler they took notice. I headed back to my partner and we decided to go back the way that we came before we crossed the highway. Once on the other side and above the antelope we got out and started the hike toward them. We got to an area that we figured they were at but they had moved and were looking right at us, so we backtracked out of their sight. A half mile later we were glassing the area were they were at without seeing a thing and then I spotted them another mile away. Did I mention that these animals were extremely skittish. By this time it was dark so back to camp we went.
Monday I was by myself so I headed over to a new area. The trouble was that all day long I didn't see a thing except for a couple of mule deer does. Nightfall found me back at camp in a rainstorm.
Tuesday I was going to hunt the area where we had seen the 10 head on Sunday. I had been glassing for about a hour when I spotted a couple of antelope and decided to head toward them. I was in a small draw and needed to get out of it so I took off my orange hat and started up the hill very slow glassing as I went. Then I saw him. It was the bigger buck out of the herd and he was feeding about 400 yards away and he didn't know that I was there. I looked and looked but there was no way to get any closer to him without him seeing me. So I decided that it was time to see just what my 120 grain reloads could do out of my 7mm mag. I crawled up to a location where I could get a good prone rest and settled the cross hairs where I thought they should be. I calmed my nerves and put my finger on the trigger. At the sound of the rifle going off all the rest of the herd stood up and headed out. I stood up and took a look. My goat was laying right where he had been feeding. After I patted myself on the back and collected my pack off I went to him. I had to drop into a small draw and when I came out I looked but couldn't see him. I got to where he had been at and there was no animal and no blood. I looked around but couldn't find a thing. I went back to where I had shot from and looked but couldn't see him. I left my hat on a bush there and went back to where I thought that he should of been. He still wasn't there. I then left my orange vest there and went back to where I had shot from. I looked and I was in the right spot. I went back and looked for him for the next 3 hours checking out tracks and looking for blood but I couldn't find any blood where the tracks were. All I could figure was that I had just nicked him and knocked him out for a few minutes. About this time the rains came so I headed back to a wet camp.
So today Wednesday I have spent it getting my gear and truck off of the hill and to a motel where I could dry out a little. It has been raining all day so I would of had a fun time if I would of stayed where I was camped at. But all is not lost, I still have two more days and once my rain gear is dried out I'll be back out there in the morning looking for that 80 inch buck.