Another opening day of antelope season was upon us. This is year two of the party pass that we put in for around central Montana. There is a great group of guys that get together every year and head to chase the speed goats. Sam Kuehn, Robb Latrielle, and Robby Farnes came and picked me up the Friday before opening day to make the long journey halfway across the state. Each year we stop at a bar for a bite to eat and some drinks. This is where we draw straws to see the order of who’s going to miss first. The next day we went to scout and talk to the ranchers that we had permission on the year before. Everything was a go and we were ready for opening day. That morning we found the antelope on one of the ranches we could hunt. Sam Kuehn was the lucky winner of the first miss. It was a far shot and Sam was able to scare the antelope over the ridge for a better stock. Robb and Sam made the hike over the ridge where they were able to make the stock on two seperate bucks. Robb shot the first one followed by Sam not too long after. To this day no one knows how many shots they took but it sounded like a war zone. Robby and I went to the back side of the ranch to see if we could find another group while Sam and Robb drug theirs down to the road. Robby and I luckily found a group running right for us on the back side of where the other two antelope were shot. They were on a dead sprint right at us and I took a couple of shots (by a couple I mean maybe 2-5). I missed due to Robby distracting me behind my back laughing. We went over the next ridge where the antelope had stopped. I had a shot at a buck at about 150 yards, but I felt bad that Robby hadn’t had any shots yet and I need to cool my barrel down. Robby made a great shot on a buck and dropped it. After meeting up with everybody and getting the antelope in the back of the truck we went out looking for my buck. As we drove out we spotted a buck on public land that had been hammered with no luck by other hunters that morning. We couldn’t believe there was one standing out in the field. Robb headed out on the sneak with me and gave me the yardage with his rangefinder. I kneeled down and dropped the buck in its tracks at 250 yards. Those guys called it luck but I let them know that I was missing the other antelope on purpose. I wanted to fill my tag on public land. I told them that private land was just too easy and I wanted a challenge (even though I was lying through my teeth). After a few good laughs and some bashing on each other we headed to town to celebrate a good day in the field. Another great hunt with not so great hunting partners!