As you can see from the picture, the Malta trip this year was a success. As with every trip to Malta, unforeseen circumstances and opportunities made for another epic experience. Hard work led to this nice goat. Hard drinking led to making new friends and coming home with a plethora of new art for the Fort.
I had so much fun last year hunting deer and birds in Northeastern Montana, I decided to put in for antelope tags out there. With a 21% draw rate, I wasn't too hopeful but hey, the gods were shining down and bingo, I was drawn and was excited to make the drive. The goal was to overlap a little speed goat hunting with the opening weekend of deer and hopefully double up on big game and then shoot some birds. Ambitious, for sure, but doable.
I arrived in the area my tag was good for late afternoon on the Wednesday before the opener of the deer and elk rifle season on the weekend. The gun season for antelope starts a couple weeks sooner because antelope lose their horns earlier than other antlered species of deer. Without horns, you can't tell a buck from a doe at the distances a hunter is often shooting at. Besides, most people hunting antelope bucks, want the horns. (As a side note, antelope have horns. Deer have antlers. Even though antelope lose their horns and regrow them every year, they are made from keratin that grows like a sheath around a core, much like a bison. Therefore, even though they shed every year, they are horns.)
As soon as I reached my hunting district, my radar went up and I started scanning the vastness of the area for white asses across the prairie. Even before getting to Malta and checking into a hotel, I was technically hunting. Just to give you an idea of the terrain, here's a photo to illustrate the expansiveness of this country.
The unfortunate thing for antelope, is with their white asses, bellies, and chest, along with their black faces and horns, the contrast makes them easy to spot from a mile away. They stick out like a sore thumb in the burnt grasses, wheat, and sage. They are also incredibly curious, which makes them suspectable to decoys. However, they have amazing eyesight, and they figure shit out pretty damn quick. They know where they are safe after the first gunshots go off and they don't call them speed goats for nothing. A couple weeks into the season, even slowing the truck down will send them scampering across the prairie like a flock of sparrows, zigzagging in unison at speeds that would challenge a Ferrari. As you can imagine, getting close enough to get a shot is pretty tough.
So, here's the strategy; one drives around the miles and miles of prairie and sage flats with the hopes of finding a group of goats far enough from the road that they don't spook but not so far that you waste all day trying to sneak up on them only to have them bust out and your day is shot. Then you pull out your phone with your onX Hunt app and see if your targets are on accessible land, meaning land that is either public or block management. If they are on block management, you also need to make sure you've signed into that particular block management property before you hunt it. In places like Eastern Montana, there could be five or six ranches with adjacent boundaries. It does get confusing, so your best bet is to just go around to all the sign-in boxes before you even start your hunt.
I spent that first afternoon/evening driving around, looking for opportunities for the next day. I was seeing a lot of animals that were close to open areas and some in the public lands. Some were on block management but in weapons restriction zones so you can't shoot rifles there either. Like I said, they figure it out quickly. I did get acquainted with the area and took mental notes of where the sign-in boxes were so I could sign in early the next morning before the sun came up. You don't necessarily need to get out there right away as goats tend to graze most of the day. They do often bed down mid-day, but you can still pick them out and put sneaks on them, but you might as well maximize your time, so my plan was to head out and get signed in before shooting hours started.
My brain won't let me sleep past 4:30am these days so even though I set my alarm, it wasn't needed. I made my packet of coffee provided by the hotel and got dressed. With all the animals I saw the evening before, I was cautiously optimistic. A group of goats were hanging out on a slice of private with state and block management surrounding it. I was thinking I would head down there and see if anything ventured onto accessible land. Turns out, a few does had, and the hunt was on.
I parked my truck along the gravel road in a position behind a hill to where the antelope couldn't see me. Using the relief of the hill to hide behind, I was able to cut the distance without being detected. I then belly crawled to about 300 yards of them. I was in the prone position on the top of the hill and put the scope on one of them. I contemplated pulling the trigger. The debate I was having with myself was even though my tag was good for either sex, would I shoot a doe this early in the game? Inaction is action and before too long, they spotted me, and the decision was imposed. The does took off across the prairie and eventually tuned into dots that were barely discernable, even with my binoculars.
As I watched them, something caught my eye running along the fence line to the west coming from the south. I could see it from about a mile out. The fence was on a line that passed me only a couple hundred yards away, then terminate at the road where my truck was parked. The animal was big and was on a dead run and within just a few minutes, I was able to identify it with the aid of the binocs.
The thing about this country is its vast and you normally only see antelope, deer and upland birds. There's not a lot of cover for big animals and even though they historically inhabited the prairie, the bigger animals like moose, bears, and elk have been pushed up into the mountains or, into the Missouri Breaks. The Missouri Breaks is a unique part of the country that has been carved out by the Missouri River after thousands of years of inland seas, and ice dams from glaciers and then the erosion of receding water after the ice dams broke free. Canyons run from the prairie into the bottom of the riverbed for miles. The relief from the flat prairie to these canyons is stunning. The number of nooks and crannies for animals to hunker down in is seemingly infinite. But the breaks are a good 50 miles from where I was, and the closest mountain range is ever further.
Running along the fence, getting closer and closer, was a massive six-point elk. He had been running for miles. As he got closer, I could see the froth coming from his mouth, the foam building and running down his mane to his chest. His coat was dark with sweat, like a horse that had been pushed to the brink. He was obviously running from something but there was nothing on his heals and as he ran past me less than a couple hundred yards away, nothing followed. The elk reached the road and finally took a brief moment to decide how to proceed, then jumped the fence, ran across the road and jumped the next fence and turned to the east to pass just 10 feet from my truck. He then turned back to the north and headed out over the prairie. He kept running until he was sky-lined against a perfectly blue sky and stood there for a moment looking back at me like the Harford Stag. He was amazing. Then he turned back to the north and disappeared over the rise.
Walking back to the truck, my brain went to where it does, asking a dozen questions like where was this elk coming from, where he was going and what was chasing him? Archery season ended the weekend before. Gun season opened in a couple days. No hunter should have been shooting at him. I guess I'll never know. Could have been wolves? It was bizarre and just really cool to see but also a bit troubling to see animal like that being so stressed for no good reason.
I did also see a number of antelope off in the distance from where the elk came from and, according to my onX app, could be in a spot I could reach. I ejected the shell I had in the chamber, forced it back into the magazine and closed the bolt. I laid the gun in the front seat of the truck, spun the truck around and headed around to the group of goats I had spotted.
This time I grabbed the Montana Made decoy I had with me. The idea is to use the decoy partly for attracting the antelope and partly to hide behind. The group of antelope, about eight of them, had a good buck leading them. They tend to be the most curious this time of the year as it's just getting to the end of their rut. They let me walk up to about 400 yards before busting out, but they didn't go far--just over a rise out of site, so I kept pursuing. When these antelope came back into site, they were about 300 yards out.
By this time of the day, the wind was howling. I felt like I was close enough for a shot but knew the wind was going to make it tough. I set up on my shooting sticks and did my best to steady a shot. It wasn't good enough. Not on the first, second or third...
As these antelope disappeared, I walked about a mile back to the truck, which gave me a lot of time to think about how I was going to have to change up strategies. These goats in Eastern Montana seemed a lot harder to get close to and the wind wasn't getting any better.
I put the sneak on another group and wasn't able to get within a quarter mile. Another group took off before the truck even stopped. At one point, I had two does, that I was going to definitely shoot this time, cross the road 100 yards in front of me. They were heading into public land, so I slammed on the breaks, grabbed my .270, and chambered a round. I got down into the ditch and leaned on the fence to be able to shoot as they crossed the fence onto the public land. They stopped two feet from the fence, turned tail, and crossed back across the road onto private.
My last chance of the day, I was driving along a piece of block management on the left and coming up on a piece of state land on the right. A group of antelope with a good buck were in the state land, just about to cross the fence onto private. I slammed on the breaks, crawled out of the truck, grabbed the gun and snuck up the ditch. I was about 100 yards from corner post that sectioned off the state from private. I belly crawled the last 20 yards or so and although these antelope were looking nervous, they hadn't fled. I was about 250 yards from them and right on the corner post.
I used the post to try to steady the gun, but the wind was just too much. I thought I took a good shot but apparently not and as these goats took off across the prairie, I did a mental inventory of bullets and was seriously thinking I might run out before the odds and conditions finally tipped in my favor.
I woke up the next morning at the exact same time as the day before. I made my coffee and headed back to the same place I had missed the last antelope later in the previous day. The goats were there, and I failed again. Instead of waiting for them to cross the road from the state land to the block management, I tried to catch them before they crossed and it just confused them and me, and goats scattered all over the prairie. I was able to get a shot off, but it wasn't a great shot, and I kicked myself for even taking it.
I continued further into the block management to the end of the road and parked at the gate. I was going to get to a vantage point to glass further out onto the property but before I started hiking, I notice a group of antelope off in the distance across a bean field. They were on block management and heading towards the fence line I was parked on, albeit two miles out. Looking at onX, there was a small portion of private between us, but they were definitely on block management and everything behind them was either state or BLM. I was going after these goats.
The terrain here, was favorable and the wind had not picked up yet. What little wind there was, was in my face. I knew I could get within a few hundred yards at least and if the Gods were on my side, maybe I could wait them out and they would cross in front of me. It was a long shot, but they were heading in the right direction coming off the bean field.
I hoofed it along the fence and got to a position they were heading towards. Unfortunately, they decided not to cross the bean field in front of me but to walk off the field going away. I waited for them to drop off behind a rise and I made a move, cutting the corner of the bean field, hot in pursuit. They couldn't see me, so I was able to half sprint across the field until I got to the cross fence and use the trapped tumbleweed along the fence as cover.
As I worked up the fence line, I came to a saddle in the topography and spotted a group of about 60 antelope at the bottom of the draw, sum 7 or 800 yards from me. For me to move past the opening without them busting me was about a 1 in 100 chance. The goats I was going after were still in front of me, out of site. I had to take the chance, so I pushed. As I crossed the opening, I kept my head down and kept from looking in their direction as if as long as we didn't make eye contact, everything would be good even though my moving human frame couldn't possibly bring any alarm to them. But the eye contact, that would surely set them off...
When I got to the fence where these goats should have crossed, there was no visual sign of them but there was a spot where the fence was about 2 feet off the ground where they could easily cross under and there were tracks. Pronghorn antelope don't jump like the antelope on the Seirra. They crawl under fences and around obstacles. They go under fences so quickly; you'd swear they jumped but they don't. I pushed a little further along the fence and then looked back up the hill and there they were, just cresting the hill and going out of site again.
I crossed the fence and was right on their heels. In fact, I just saw the tips of one of their ears as it fell off the side of the hill and out of site. They couldn't be more than a couple hundred yards, so I followed.
As I came to the top of the hill and could look down the slope, the 60 antelope and the bottom of the draw were still there but then I noticed another couple dozen off to the right of them. That's not good. The one's I was chasing were going towards these antelope but still out of site behind rise and probably going to merge with them. I ducked down behind the hill to come around from the right side, hopefully catching them as they side-hilled towards the larger group. As I crested the hill and peered out, the bigger groups were still a few hundred yards away but the group I was chasing was only about 100 yards out and standing still just coming into site. I could only see two of them, one being the buck I wanted.
I didn't have time to range or to even get on the sticks. I brought the walnut stock of the .270 to my shoulder, settled the crosshairs just in front of the buck's haunches as it was quartering away, and squeezed.
"Boom!" said the .270 and a 1/2 second later, "Thwap!" Which is what you should hear when you pull the trigger on a big game animal. The antelope reared back and fell to the ground.
The bullet entered just above the hind quarter and just under the backstrap, into the vitals of the antelope, which would seem to be a bad choice of shot but actually, none of the backstraps were ruined and the bullet just barely clipped the top of the hind quarter. And with the angle, the bullet penetrated above the guts and entered the chest cavity, destroying the lungs and heart. I mention this because it's not the best angle and a couple inches either way could have destroyed a lot of meat and made for a disgustingly messy gut-job. I was a bit lucky, but it was a pretty darn good shot. What probably factored into the choice of shot was just how fleeting these opportunities are with antelope and I figured it was the best chance I was going to get. I did range the animal after the shot, at 110 yards. At that distance, there's no need for any compensation for drift or dropping of the bullet but shooting free arm standing without a rest is a little sketch.
Once I shot and the antelope went down, I expected all the other antelope to disappear. Like I've said, those things are spooky, and it doesn't take much to send them running across the prairie like a flock of teal flying away from my decoys after dumping my shotgun on them. Instead, they all just stood there looking back at the buck that was now motionless on the ground as if nothing happened. I swear one of them even looked at the buck and shrugged its shoulders and then went back to eating. The large group at the bottom of the draw barely moved too. They all just kind of went back to doing their thing almost like they knew my tag was now punched so the rest of them were safe. Even when I went down to dress the goat out, the rest of the herd just moved on down the draw with the other group and hung out. Every once in a while, I would hear one of them snort at me, but they never really showed much concern at all.
The antelope was about 2 miles from the truck when I shot it. They aren't all that big, maybe 120 pounds on the hoof so maybe 80 pounds dressed out. This one was a good one with horns 14 1/2 inches long and really nice cutters. The hair on the back of the neck was blown off at some point in this goat's life, which made it useless for a mount. It actually had a scar from either a bullet or another goat fight with it. I started dragging it back to the truck but after a few hundred yards, decided to cut the thing in half, taking the hind quarters off and dragging it out in two trips. Back in the day, I would have just dragged the whole thing in one trip, but I have learned over the years, smarter not harder.
When I got back to the hotel, I skinned the antelope out and quartered it up so it would fit in my cooler. I did all of that in the parking lot and washed off the quarters in the bathtub in my room. I'm sure the hotel manager loved that. And as far as patrons of the hotel? It is Montana so I'm sure they're used to seeing stuff like that--a beer on the bed rail, and me slicing up an antelope on the tailgate. Perfect. A few even came over to take a look and congratulate me.
I didn't put much effort into finding deer on this trip. I did run into a gentleman at the bar who owned a ranch about an hour away. He invited me up to his place and even showed me a couple good whitetails he had on his trail cam. I checked his place out the next day and didn't see much. That same night at the bar, I met a guy who was working for Ducks Unlimited. Apparently, they were having a banquet at the golf course in Malta on Saturday night so instead of staying out 'til dark to hunt, I came back early, took a shower and dropped $450 at the banquet. It's a good cause.
I feel like I did pretty well, though. I mean, $450 got me my meal, two pretty cool prints, a two-handed crosscut saw that was die cut with a Ducks Unlimited scene and logo, and another circular sign to hang in my garage.
After the banquet, the guys running the show invited me to the bar for some pool. I didn't get ripped like last year in Malta, but it was enough to where I didn't want to get up and hunt early on Sunday morning. Between the beer and the lactic acid that still hadn't dissipated from my muscles from all the hiking and dragging, I figured my body could use a break. I did take a few laps looking for birds with Cutter to no avail but wound up shooting a duck off a pond on the way back home. Cutter at least got retrieve that and I ate it tonight. So, all in all, a pretty darn successful trip to Malta.
I really do like Eastern Montana. I'm not sure I could live there but it is a very cool part of the country. It has its own beauty, and the people have been wonderful. I'm not sure if I'll do it again next year, since I've been there twice now but who knows? I'm sure there are plenty of other places I should check out for hunting Montana in the years I have left. There's still a lot of hunting left for this year, however, so it's time to get back after it. I've got two deer tags, and two elk tags left. I don't really care to fill all those tags, but it gives me options. Two of the tags are strictly meat tags as one is an antlerless deer tag, and one is an antlerless elk tag. If I don't fill the general tags, which would be saved for something special, I'd be alright with that.
Keep 'em where they live...