Friday March 19 2010
It can run so fast nothing can keep up with it. 45, 55 miles per hour, and it can keep that speed up for miles.
While it's often called a pronghorn antelope, it is not technically a true antelope. The pronghorn has branching horns, which it sheds annually, whereas true antelope do not. It's the fastest animal on this continent.
It's rare to see pronghorns on this side of the highway - they prefer the Snake River Birds of Prey NCA to the north. It's even more rare to see, while riding around here, 1 pronghorn standing on a ridge and watching us in the wash below, (then keep running along the ridge, turning to watch us, and posing, several times), and for another 3 pronghorns to be waiting for us in Blond Cow wash before taking off on their romp.
The lone Arnie P. Antelope was posing on the ridge above Spring Ranch wash and watching us proceed for quite a while before he took off running. He stayed right along the rim, in sight, and he kept turning to stop and watch us again. He made a bold statement posing on the ridge against the blue sky. (Bummer, no camera today!)
When we turned the corner into Blond Cow wash, we saw the three antelope ladies; they took off running up the wash and up onto the next ridge, frolicking along the rim in sight a while before they disappeared.
Mac was quite bold. He ignored all the deer we saw today, he Stink-Eyed the cows, and he watched the pronghorns with interest. He led the way, trotting all the way up Blond Cow wash to the end, where the trail takes us up onto the ridge where the antelope ladies had gone.
When we were fifty yards from the top, the three lady antelopes appeared again. Instead of turning tail and running from us, they started running towards us, following the perpendicular rim trail that we were approaching. The closer they came, the faster they ran. They passed within 30 yard ahead of us, hitting warp speed as they bounded effortlessly along. I swear they looked like they were going to take off into the sky. (I'm thinking now that Santa Claus uses pronghorns disguised as reindeer.)
By the time we reached the trail - within seconds - they had disappeared, nothing left of them but their tiny hoofprints in the dust. And on the next ridge to the left, there was Arnie P. Antelope, still posing on the rim, watching the proceedings. Maybe the ladies had been looking for him. Maybe he was trying to give them the slip. He turned and ran the opposite way along the rim.
The antelope ladies were out of luck today.
(The above photo is a public domain photo, it's not mine.)
I sure miss seeing pronghorn. I grew up out in the plains and had Pronghorn around all the time. Now I'm up in the mountains where the pronghorn dare not go. I just love watching them run It's and awesome sight.
ReplyDeleteOK, that's it. You are not allowed to go out without your camera any more! That would have been a great video of them running towards you. And the sky-lined male..... what a great day for you!
ReplyDeleteA estas altura te vas a dedicar a las monterias (las monterias son las cacerias de animales grandes) Es bonito ver estos bellos animales en libertad.
ReplyDeleteSaludos de Gabriel.
That must have been an incredible sight. I had no idea pronghorns ran that fast.
ReplyDeleteHowever had one of my horses seen them I probably would have been running in the opposite direction at Thoroughbred warp speed. The whitetailed deer around here are "terrifying" enough. *lol* Your horses are a lot braver than mine.
"What but the wolf's tooth whittled so fine the fleet limbs of the antelope? What but fear winged the birds, and hunger jewelled with such eyes the great goshawk's head?" -Robinson Jeffers-
ReplyDeleteI love pronghorns. I have a set of antlers in my tack room actually. Alas I don't even recall how they got there. lol!
ReplyDeleteWe often see pronghorn around the flats and high desert of New Mexico, too.
Your analogy of them being Santa's reindeer is perfect. They do seem to fly when they are at warp speed. :)
~Lisa