The Field

My home state has five subspecies of whitetail. I love the smallest, thriving in heavy brush along streams and rivers. Bucks wear a crown not much bigger than a good-size Coues deer. My heaviest field-dressed mature buck scale-weighed 170 lbs. Sittin’ along trails by my favorite mountain stream is rewarding, because something interesting always comes along.

One day I saw a lynx — not a bobcat — a lynx. Never before and never again. He or she was hunting, and I had a ringside seat to the show. Lay a little scent out. Rattle if timing is right. Try a call, even. I like to walk the stream. That means in the stream with high boots. Although deer have radar ears, the stream gurgles up sound. I’ve had many opportunities for bedded does and small bucks. So could you, and the G2 carries so nicely.

Pronghorn antelope live in my “backyard.” This coming season the G-2 will go for Mr. Fleetfoot of the Flatlands, but it’s more rolling hills where I hunt. I’ve taken bucks with longbow to hotshot rifle, with the 30-30 tempering the field, but only a couple with a handgun and none with a Contender. Get to know habits and close shots are possible. At first light and late afternoon bucks “lose caution” allowing a hunter to get closer. Work the fences. Anyone who thinks antelope cannot jump a fence has never seen a game department roundup. However, odd as it may be, antelope will most often dive through barbed wire, rather than jump over it. I have gotten longbow close by watching a pronghorn trail along a fence, the single-minded buck passing right by my ambush.