I was trying to find something productive to do this last weekend. I tried to get my son to go shoot .22’s with me, but he had other plans and wanted to go see a kid’s movie. The weather was not very nice, so outside projects were off. I decided to grab my Savage .17 HMR rifle, which is in a tight race to becoming my favorite little gopher / all around gun, and head out in the prairie and see if I could scare anything up. So, I set off thinking I would head out south and see if there were any gophers around and if the grass wasn’t too tall yet to see them. The roads weren’t too bad, as it had rained pretty well the previous night. I got to my favorite gopher spot and discovered the grass was indeed too tall. I was able to see a few gophers darting between cover and was able to make a couple decent shots. I grew tired of this and my mind began to wander at what else there was to do that day. I reached behind my seat to see if my binoculars were still in there from my last hunt that seemed like eons ago. They were indeed there, so I decided a little scouting trip for Antelope was in order, as I was in the area that I have drawn an either sex antelope tag. I drove a couple more miles south and pulled off on a good ridge over looking a deep basin with a good water source in it. I got out and walked down the ridge about a half mile and sat down to look the scene over. I immediately saw 3 different herds with average bucks in them. Each herd had about 8 or 9 does with several fawns and then the 1 average buck with some smaller bucks mixed in. I sat and watched these herds for probably half an hour until I saw another herd come over the ridge probably a mile away. I couldn’t tell but I thought I could see an outstanding buck with this herd. I let them come as close as they were going to and then I climbed back over the ridge out of view of this new herd. I walked down around the ridge to where I expected the herd to be. When I topped back over the ridge they were still there. I sat with my mouth open watching this buck for another 15 minutes alone. He had great bases and was really tall. It was hard to say, as they were still 600 yards away, but I put him at about 15” tall with great shovels and ivory tips that curled around perfectly. I had never seen an Antelope this well put together. I have shot some that have either been tall but with small shovels, or with great shovels but no length. I tried getting a picture with my little digital camera, but I was just too far away for a decent picture. I backed out of there and back over the ridge with out spooking any animals. When I made it back to the truck I marked the spot as a waypoint on my GPS, so as not to forget the location. As I made my way home I had visions dancing in my head of some tasty Antelope back straps on my grill and an awesome mount on my wall. I also drove by some good Dove hunting grounds to see what their numbers looked like, and was not disappointed. There were a lot of Doves in the area, eating grains of different sorts and roosting in the old Cottonwood trees. It feels like this is going to be a great fall. I can’t wait for the Antelope season to open, as I have waited for this for a long time, now if that darned old buck will just stick around a few more few months, it will get exciting. I will continue scouting on the weekends, and maybe I will also be able to look over some different area as well.