For the next five hours, the only thing I shot was photos of over 30 antelope that came and went from my watering hole offering very tempting opportunities to harvest my first antelope. All along I kept my eye on one mature buck who I estimated to be around 15″ tall, napping on the hill about 300 yards out. Then around 2:00 in the afternoon it happened, as two young bucks were prancing around in front of me, it was just too much for the old buck to take and he came charging down to set them straight, giving me a clean thirty yard shot. Unfortunately I had estimated him a little farther out than that and sent my arrow right over his back. Although I lost round one, I was that much more excited for the next challenge awaiting me tomorrow.
That evening as we enjoyed another fabulous home cooked meal, we shared our war stories of the day and I heard about the several antelope that had visited my father and Dave. Then Dave gave us the option of where we wanted to hunt the next morning and it was a no brainer for me. My father, however, chose a new watering hole, one that they had scouted out later that afternoon.