I hunt outside of Wheatland. I’d never had to aim off an animal when trying to shoot it until the first year I hunted antelope there. My FIL shot an antelope on the last day with my rifle at about 250 yards. He said, “Where the hell do I aim in wind like this?” I was like, I don’t know, but try to shoot dead center of its hips. The elevation was perfect, but the bullet hit just in front of its shoulders. Luckily it dropped at the shot. I think he was as surprised as we all were that he even connected.
