Opening day found my brother and I in a spot well before day light trying to find a buck we had scouted in the summer months. As day light came, we only found a smaller buck, so we bailed off the mesa and headed to another. We spent all afternoon hiking out some rolling cuts and draws, looking for a bedded buck. After miles of hiking and no bucks, we set up on a high point and began glassing the miles of mesa infront of us. My brother Regan, spotted a herd approximately 4 miles away, however at that distance we were unable to see what the herd consisted of. We decided to roll the dice, hoping the herd had a good buck in it. The first 2 miles into our stalk was nice and overcase, leaving us surrounded by storm clouds in all directions. The last 2 miles of our stalk was filled with heavy rain and alot of lightning and thunder. I remember Regan telling me only crazy people would be stalking Antelope in a rain storm filled with lightning and thunder, I guess that makes us "Those people" . As were neared the herd, we had to crawl out of sight in a near by brush line to get a good view of the partially bedded heard. After an hour or so, Regan finally spotted the buck stand up to stretch his legs. I was unable to get ready before the buck decided to bed back down. We had to wait what felt like hours, till the buck finally stood back up at which time my rifle did its job. I had my buck on the ground at 4 pm.
I had a great time hunting with family and friends.
-Ryan