Wyoming, 2008, DIY, Public Land
“How in the world are we going to get within bow range of that buck,” we thought as we looked at the bedded antelope buck. My dad, my younger brother Ivan, and I had just spotted this buck in a seemingly unapproachable position in the middle of a wide, mile-long draw. Previously, I had only taken one other antelope buck, with a rifle, since moving to Wyoming. It looked as though that would be the ideal method for this hunt as well. “Let’s just get as close as we can for now and then assess the situation from a different vantage point,” I said as we looked at the buck from 1000 yards.
It was August 15, the first day of archery antelope season in Wyoming. A previous scouting trip with a few friends hadn’t turned up much but a few small bucks. It was the only chance I had to look at my area before the hunt, since my wife Lesley and I were blessed with a beautiful baby girl only ten days before. My time had been devoted to my wife and child for that first sleepless week. My dad, mom, brother, and sister had come out for a week to visit us and our newborn baby and I had convinced Mom to stay a few more days so my dad and brother could accompany me on my first archery antelope hunt.
We had left before dawn on opening morning with hopes of having a few opportunities to stalk different bucks. It had started to rain, which soon turned into a downpour, making glassing tough. It looked clear south of where we were hunting, and since we had only seen a few small bucks on some private land, I figured we would try and get out of the storm. As we drove, we all reminisced about old hunting stories of shooting whitetails back in Minnesota where I grew up. It was good to be hunting with my dad and brother again since it had been five years since we had last hunted together. As we drove to the southern end of the area, it began to clear up and get hot.
For a full account of Isaac's adventure, go to page 36 in the July/August 2009 issue of Eastmans' Bowhunting Journal.