We did not catch or kill an antelope.
I’m not sure you could even say we hunted an antelope. I think we mostly chased a few antelope and mule deer.
The morning started with a quick sighting of an antelope down below the bluff where we were parking the car. Barefoot Ted was off, with the rest of us running behind. Our excitement overwhelmed any semblance of a strategy. The antelope quickly disappeared miles ahead, nowhere to be seen.
Trekking across the basin, no antelope in sight, we saw a herd of wild horses. They fixed their attention on us, with the stallions running out towards us and forming a line facing us. Maybe a hundred yards away. Then they galloped away. It was awesome.
Later in the day, after about 6 or 7 miles of hiking, we came across another antelope above us on a ridge. I tried to flank it and drive it down into the basin. It circled around us, coming down into the basin, but behind our outer line. Patrick Sweeney, who has the world record for the longest distance run on sand in 24 hours, picked up the chase. We lost sight of him.
When we found him again, he had followed that antelope for six miles, back and forth across the basin. The antelope, now a small herd of 4 or 5, seemed to slow, but we did not persist in our persistence hunt.
Having not succeeded in our hunt, we relied on our fallback foods: yams and potatoes. This didn’t phase the three vegans that are part of our hunting team. See our photos below of cooking yams in the embers near the fire. They were tasty (partly because we finished them in coconut oil and garlic salt).
We start fresh tomorrow.