Alright, just got back, got a great story.
We're in Val Verde county, in South West Texas, at this place called "Devils River State Park." It used to be a very very nice exotic hunting ranch, till the state obtained it one way or another (I don't know how though.), and the place is full of Axis Deer, Sitka Deer, Audads, Fallow Deer, and Hogs. They want to move in Bighorn sheep because of how hilly it is, and how many mountains there are there.
We show up, and the last group did pretty well, all had gotten Audads, the largest being like 31" and weighing a lot. I had never seen an audad, so I didn't know what it was, or what it looked like (basically a huge goat).
The Warden showed us our hunting grounds, and what the Audads liked to do (be up on the top of hills, because of their great eye sight.) and the best way/places to get them. Well, I found a spot, basically, a sheer cliff in our 2200 acre section. I set up there, where I think it's like 200-300 yards away from the base, it's mid morning the first morning, it's about 11AM, and I'm about to leave. I call up my dad on the radio, tell him to pick me up, and I get up, go to a rock, and take just one good look at the place. I see what catches my eye, what looks like a deer, it's an Audad! The thing must be like 3/4 of a mile away! I had gotten my distances mixed up big time! I start remembering what the warden tells me, about how they will fall down the cliffs if you shoot them some times, so I walk over to them. 3/4 of a mile, is really like a mile. I get to the edge of that cliff, and see them, but don't get a shot
This morning, I'm waiting where I first spotted them, and the same group comes by again. I slowly sneak up on them from the bottom of the cliff, and get about 400-450 yards away. I rest my rifle on a tree, and try to get a shot, but "buck fever" hit me, and I started shaking. I took some deep breaths, and decide this isn't the best for me. I see a big rock at the bottom of it, just next to me, I go prone, take a look through the scope, perfect. The scope isn't moving when I'm sighted on them, and it isn't hard to shoot at all. The way the rock is, it naturally presses it tight to my shoulder, another thing that can't mess up my aim. BUT, I have my rifle ranged only at about 100 yards, and I'm making atleast a 350 yard shot (I can't get any closer, they'd see me like the morning before) so I try to distinguish the rate at which I should aim up. (I'm using a .270 Rifle) I take a deep breath, aim about 3 inches above him, and slowly pull the trigger. I watch the bullet hit about 2 INCHES below him! He stood up and ran off, but the other two, ran up the hill a little bit, but didn't really worry too much. So, I go for the one that gives me the easiest shot, I aim about 8 inches above him this time, I shoot, too high!
This time, they're starting to run off, but I hadn't given up yet, so while they're running I yell "AY!" as loud as I could(almost like "OI!"), they hear, but still keep going. I yell again "AY" and they stop and look for me. I find the perfect mark on the larger of the two, and slowly, squeeze the trigger. He dropped on the spot...
BUT, dropping on the spot is the problem, the last group to shoot an audad, spent about 7 hours only to drag him about 2 miles, and mine is atop a sheer cliff, but I didn't want to give up! I told my dad to look for another way to the top, and to tell me if there's an easier way. There isn't, I didn't give up!
Instead, I started my trek up the huge cliff. It wasn't that hard, I got almost 4/5 of the way up there, then, it dropped off. I could see where I had gotten him, about 50-60 feet above me, and I couldn't get to it.
It was the coolest/most letdown trips I've ever had. I doubt a helicopter could even get it. I'm getting pics to put up to show the sheer size of the cliff. (I'll show in hunter orange)