Hunted hard on 28,000 acres in Yoakum and Cochran county for 4 days. Saw one 20 minutes into the opening day hunt that I kicked myself for passing up for 3.5 days. Had to leave this am regardless of success, and was staring straight at a tag sandwich yesterday evening.
Glassed the sand hills and walked the draws for miles for 3.9 days. Rode in polarises for many miles in between. Stopped hunting over those days just for sandwiches.
At 4:30 yesterday evening we decided to check a sand hill area close to camp that nobody had checked due to so much human activity. Drove the polaris up to the edge of a blowout to glass the hills and this guy jumps up 30 yards away. My rifle was still in the rack. Slammed on the brakes and hurried a 75 yard shot. High lung and spine dropped him and he was taking his last breath when we got there.
I had fretted over having to take a 300 yard plus shot off of sticks (I'm not comfortable at all over 275), and it happened way different than planned.
Couldn't be happier with it though.
Hunting low fence with no feeders is awesome!