First Pronghorn. Took me over thirty years to get the tag. Never had any luck when the draw was random. Then built up a level 10 priority and the system zeroed me out. The company in Alabama that was handling the priority system could see that I was not drawn but could not reset my priority, so I started all over from zero with a 13 year wait.
Covered a huge territory in several days of spotting before the season opener. Got on this guy on day two of the season but the group he was with was squirrelly. The terrain and wind were in our favour but three coyotes kept bumping the does. We trailed the herd over several kilometres on foot but never had a chance for a shot. Got on the same group the next morning and had to press flat at 06:40AM as the does were silhouetted on a ridge at 600 metres and we were in the open just as the light was coming up. We had to stay small for a few hours, prone behind some sage, my buddy on the spotting scope, and the rifle in my shoulder. We would catch a glimpse of the horns and ears through the sage but no chance for a shot, then they bedded for a snooze. Spent four hours with a rock pushing into my crotch and barrel cactus in my knee, only able to see two of the does and three coyotes. The day started to warm up fast and my buddy was worried about rattlers coming out as we were in the right location. Part of me wanted to start shooting coyotes as I was expecting a repeat of the previous day. Around 10:45AM, my buck popped up on a rise in the ground as he chased one of the coyotes and I lined up for a 620 metre shot. Before I could squeeze off, the buck went into low ground again. For the next few minutes we would only catch a few hints of the animals through the brush. Thankfully the does started to move straight towards us so we waited patiently. All the prep for a long range shot and reading the wind but at 11:05AM, I squeezed off my shot at a mere 91 metres and no wind. Lots of pics, a celebratory sip of some Bowmore 21, and all the work caping and boning. Amazingly the two complete hinds, front shoulders, back straps, and neck stew all fit into that small pack with the cape and skull lashed on the outside. A long hike back to the truck followed by an amazing camp meal and an even better bottle of whiskey for my buddy for being the guide. This was a hunt of a lifetime for me.