I've made the annual pilgrimage to hunt antelope in Eastern Montana since I was a toddler. It's always been a family affair. I've hunted with both of my grandfathers, grandmothers, my parents, and my siblings. Many of my friends have harvested their first Antelope with me on the same piece of ground my family has been hunting for over 30 years. Returning from the 16 day Dall Sheep hunt, I was looking forward to something with a little flatter ground, and some country I knew by heart.
We met my Dad and John Armstrong out at our usual camping spot not far from Jordan Montana and just south of the famed Missouri River Breaks. I double checked my rifle's accuracy that evening and we ate a quick dinner excited about getting out and hunting hard the next day. The guys had scouted the property already and didn't see as many antelope as we have in past years, so we wouldn't be very selective when it came to looking for Mr. Big, we were just going to try to fill our tags.