They Know, Somehow

The Trials of Stalking Antelope

By G.T. Rees

I poked my head above the sagebrush and cursed under my breath. Forty head or more of antelope had just vanished somewhere on the rolling range. Where the hell could they have gone?

The valley wasn’t wide, maybe a little more than a mile from where I was at the root of the snowcapped Sawtooths, which climbed several thousand feet from where Highway 28 cut through the lonely Lemhi Valley.

I got up on my knees, thankful for the kneepads and leather gloves I had almost neglected to bring. About ten of those “speed goats” were grazing far down toward the highway, but there was no sign at all of the large herd I’d been stalking for more than an hour, belly-crawling through what slight cover was available. This was my first antelope hunt, and it was a lot harder than I had planned on it being. It was the second day of my hunt, and the umpteenth failed stalk. Get within five hundred yards, and the critters would just take off.

It was easy to locate them. I just drove along the lonesome highway south of Leadore until I spotted my quarry. But then I tried, and repeatedly failed, to put a stalk on them. It wasn’t working at all like they did it on the hunting shows.

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About G.T. Rees

G.T. Rees considers himself very lucky to live in northern Idaho with his wife and two children, where he’ll never run out of wild places to explore. Since his earliest memory, he has been captivated by the outdoors and everything wild, and he hopes to convey that joy to others through his humorous outdoor adventure stories. His work has been published in numerous magazines. Find out more at:

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