Pronghorn Ledger


ronghorns are such an enigmatic creature. They’re called an antelope & colloquially referred to as a goat, but really they are neither of those. They are as curious as they are fast and if you think that you’ve understood them, you probably haven’t! They tend to live in places that make you oscillate between wanting to put down roots and wanting to get the heck out of dodge. Extreme heat and extreme beauty, desolation and life! I can say with certainty that I haven’t closed this ledger for good!

Date Method Pronghorn Seen Pronghorn Shot Pronghorn Retrieved Sex Yield
8/24/2019 Firearm 5* 0 0 n/a n/a
8/25/2019 Firearm 7* 0 0 n/a n/a
8/26/2019 Firearm 1 1 1 M
Totals 13 1 1 0 oz

*approximation of shooters in range

Date Weather Temperature Start of Hunt Miles in Travel Time Hunting Total Time Yield/Time
8/24/2019 Clear 76 AVG 6:51AM 96 10:35:00 13:40:00 n/a
8/25/2019 Clear 80 AVG 6:51AM 80 10:56:00 13:38:00 n/a
8/26/2019 Clear 81 AVG 6:52AM 98 01:13:00 13:36:00
Additions 1,393 00:00:00 29:17:00 n/a
Totals 1,667 22:44:00 70:37:00
Date Location Ownership Shots Fired Ammunition Cost Other Cost Total Cost Cost/Yield
8/24/2019 Quay County, NM Private 0 $0.00 $15.42 $15.42 n/a
8/25/2019 Quay County, NM Private 0 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 n/a
8/26/2019 Quay County, NM Private 2 $0.00 $22.63 $22.63
Additions $0.00 $53.46 $53.46 n/a
Totals $0 $91.51 $91.51

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