Well to alter Dorothy's quote from The Wizard of Oz ... "I've got a feeling this isn't Red Hand anymore".

Sure enough it wasn't.  We were in the high plains of Wyoming about an hour out of Casper.  Antelope country for sure.  The pronghorn herds were plentiful and there were bucks to be taken.  Our hunting party consisted of myself, Kellen and Ben.  We would be hunting a 100,000 acre ranch with SNS Outfitters. 
Picture
Our's was the middle tent. A basic army canvas wall tent with a zipper flap for a door.
Picture
Kellen and Ben were a little fatigued from the early start, travel and airport food. Note the heating unit (propane tank-top heater).
Picture
My luxurious bed awaits me. Bet I get a great night's rest.
Picture
Ultra-swank shower facility. And we only had to walk a 100 feet OUTSIDE to get to it.
Picture
And the privy could rival the bathrooms found in the suites at the Bellagio in Vegas.
Picture
And of course the most modern technology available to power up the camp.
So after dinner in the mess tent and our pre-hunt meeting, it's off to our tent for some shut-eye before the 1st days hunt.  In typical fashion, I didn't fully read the excellent information sent to us prior to our arrival.  Some hunters were to be put up in a hotel in town.  I read that part.  Others were to be bivouacked at an "out-camp" for trophy hunting.  Well I missed that part, and we were in the out-camp. 

Camp location meant you needed pillows and a sleeping bag, we had neither.  Well "necessity being the mother of invention" we improvised and scavenged the best we could.  Dressed in full hunt clothing, including long underwear and coats (Ben wore 3 pairs of socks, I slept in boots).  We tried to sleep.  Around 11:00PM the propane tank ran dry.  Seems there was a young lady in the tent the week before and ran the thing 24/7 at full heat.  Man it got real cold in about 15 minutes.  Canvas walls barely cut the wind and don't have any insulation value.  Seems like every 20 minutes or so one of us was getting up to go take a leak.  Tough night.  Longggggg night.

But morning eventually arrived, breakfast was eaten and the game was afoot.  I was the 1st up as we stalked the fastest animal in North America.  Because of my injured knee, I was getting to hunt the "home" range.  Next up would be Ben with Kellen hunting the following day.  These are the pics of our bucks.  All are trophy class.
Picture
Double click to enlarge.
Picture
Double click to enlarge.
Picture
Double click to enlarge.
The hunt was easy as we tracked and stalked initially via pick-up truck.  Once a shooter buck was found, the hunter would exit the vehicle and proceed on foot until a satisfactory shooting solution was found.  My shot was a gimme at just under 100 yards.  Ben had the hardest stalk.  He needed to sneak up over a ridge on foot to acquire his animal.  Kellen had the longest shot at about 220 yards.  Knocked him down with one bullet.  We had a hellva time.  One more of life's good memories.



Leave a Reply.