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Each year Oklahoma Station Safari Club International
in partnership with Oklahoma Department of Wildlife
Conservation hold a Youth Creative Writing
Competition. The theme must be; Hunting, Sharing the
Heritage, Archery in the Schools and Bow hunting or
the concept of the theme to develop an expository
essay or short story. Over 100 youths in two categories
participate each year (See
omp.htm
) for more information.
The winner of each category gets to go on an Antelope
hunt. Kimberly’s hunt was one of those hunts. She was
selected at the last minute after the original category
winner was unable to go. We are so proud of Kimberly
at SCI for her success and wish her and her family a
very happy life and many many more adventures in the
Great Outdoors!!
Lunch was next on the agenda for the hunt day, it was around 11:30 A.M. and my dad and I were both fairly
hungry after eating a light breakfast. We fixed ourselves a sandwich and chips and waited for our guide to talk
to Mr. Martinez about the next place that both Josh and I could go. It was after my dad and I had finished
eating that Mr. Martinez informed Mark that there were some larger groups of antelope in a field called
Montoysta, and he wanted Mark to take Josh and me out there and give us our chance to get an antelope.
Though my spirits were not very high and my hopes were down in the dumps, I was still excited about my
chance to get back on the hunt.
We met up with Josh’s group at the entrance to the House Pasture and then took the drive to get to
Montoysta. We formulated a plan similar to what we did in Section 20. We dropped Josh’s group off at the
beginning of Montoysta to walk to the North border and then head west, and we would head to the West border
and walk north. We successfully dropped off Josh’s group at the West border, then we passed a valley in which
a large silver pickup truck was parked. At first I thought that it was a bad placement for the truck as well as
whoever the hunters were, however the guide told us that was perfect. We parked our truck on the opposing side
of the valley and then began to walk up the steep side of the plateau to get to the West border.
Three-quarters of the way up the plateau’s hill we heard gunshots. We looked down in the valley with
our binoculars and noticed that the hunter who owned the silver truck was shooting at some antelope that were
some 800 yards away. This caused the antelope to flock towards the North, we instantly got down to avoid
spooking the antelope and let them pass by. After they moved on, we continued on our way up the hill, slowly
making our way towards the West border when suddenly Alan called in on the two way radio.
“Mark can you hear me?” “Yeah, I can
hear you. Go ahead.” Mark replied and then I
heard some lucky news, “You’ve got three antelope
coming up the hill straight at you.” My heart
jumped and began racing, here was my
opportunity! My dad looked at me and said, “Get
sat down and comfortable, get the bipod ready and
load your gun.” I complied and was sitting down
comfortably within a few seconds. Then came the
waiting game. I waited, glassing through my scope
every now and then to see if I could see their tan
backs rising up over the hill.
Eventually, Mark stood up and took a few
seconds to look through his binoculars; suddenly he
dropped straight back down and laid as flat as a
board. I looked over at him and he pointed a finger
at the hill, “They’re right there.” He whispered and
I immediately looked back through my scope.
Minutes later I watched the three tan backs rise up
over the hill.
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