I was a senior in high school and I had an antelope tag. I spotted a smaller buck about a mile away. Being 17, I didn't care much about size. I weaved through the rocks for a good half mile, then had to belly crawl through rattlesnake country for probably 300-400 yards (a guess). I got about 75 yards away because a small rise prevented me from seeing him while laying prone from further out. In hindsite, I probably could have knelt and took the shot from 200-300 yards away, but I was (am) too stubborn for that. I finally got to the point where I could see him clearly and had a textbook broadside shot in the clear. I touched my .338 (like I said, stubborn) off and he dropped like a stone. My first sucessful big game hunt alone. I proceded to spend the rest of the day trying to find someone to buy beer for me. I felt like I was on top of the world with my 9-10 inch buck.
