When I informed my buddy that all three pronghorns browsing 600 yards away were shooters, he quickly took off his pack, nestled his gun on it and attempted to find them in his scope. Frazzled by some brush in the way, he stripped off his jacket, wadded it up and put it on top of the pack. Finally, he could see the bucks, but his rest was far from steady. I looked at him and shook my head.
“What?” Shawn asked incredulously.
“First of all, you’re not going to shoot a buck from this far away. Second, you’re certainly not shooting off that wobbly pack. That’s why I brought these,” I said, motioning to the tripod shooting sticks I was using to steady my binocular.
It was Shawn’s first antelope hunt
