Pronghorns are not really antelopes. They are related more closely to giraffes and okapis. I’m not big on trophy hunting, but I took this photo at the home of someone who is, and I find it useful to show what a pronghorn looks like up close. Apologies to the non-hunters. I have mixed feeling about the whole thing, but it’s not the purpose of this post to start a discussion of the topic of hunting. It is a natural thing for animals (including man) to hunt for food, but nowadays we let someone else do the killing for us. I like my steak once in a while, just as most people do, and yet I cry if I see an animal get hurt. So where’s the logic in that? And to be fair, the person who shot this pronghorn most likely ate the meat the way we eat beef.
As you can see, they have horns with a prong on them, but they don’t bother anyone unless they are desperate or trapped, perhaps up against a fence that they don’t like to jump. They prefer to crawl under fences, but that slows them down in their attempt to escape predators such as coyotes.
If necessary, they can run at close to 90 miles per hour for a short distance, but around 60 mph for a prolonged run. Since they are, otherwise, rather defenseless, it’s a good thing they are considered North America’s fastest land animal.
These pronghorns happened to be near a pullout on the highway in eastern Montana. I got a couple of quick photos but they didn’t want to hang around or come closer for a better picture.
The grasses taste like cereal,
What kind is immaterial,
But forbs, those leafy, juicy plants,
Are lovely, when they’re found by chance.
While munching herby sagebrush here,
Our leader raised his head in fear,
Beware the tourist, here she comes,
With fumbling camera, she’s all thumbs.
Let’s smile and let her take her shot,
But wander farther at a trot.
One never knows where danger lies,
When people one of us espies.
If need be, we can all take flight,
Across the fields with all our might.
The photo op will have to wait,
Just save your lives, it’s not too late.



September 7, 2025 at 2:29 pm
They are a beautiful animal, and 90MPH? Wow! Lovely photos, Anneli. I grew up in a family full of hunters, so hunting has no effect on me but I’ve never hunted. Just isn’t me…
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September 7, 2025 at 2:34 pm
Amazing, aren’t they? As for hunting, man has hunted to survive for eons, so who am I to say it’s bad, especially since I like to eat meat.
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September 7, 2025 at 4:05 pm
Exactly right, Anneli, I couldn’t say it better! I love venison, my grandma used to cook venison with beef, what a delicious combo!
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September 7, 2025 at 5:28 pm
We ate a lot of it when we lived on the Queen Charlotte Islands. It was overrun with deer, and at the same time, it was not easy to get much variety of domestic meat because of the freight issues.
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September 7, 2025 at 6:44 pm
A delicious solution. 👍🏻😊
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September 7, 2025 at 4:49 pm
They are beautiful animals. I’m not a fan of hunting for sport though.
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September 7, 2025 at 5:28 pm
Me either. Killing for sport does not sit well with me.
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September 7, 2025 at 5:15 pm
I don’t begrudge hunters, but like you, don’t need to see them mounted on a wall.
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September 7, 2025 at 5:29 pm
Exactly!
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September 7, 2025 at 6:31 pm
I have never seen this animal. What beautiful antlers. Your poem is wonderful, Anneli.
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September 7, 2025 at 8:29 pm
Thanks, Jennie. I hadn’t seen them until we went to Montana the first time about 15 years ago. I’ve seen them there several times since and they are always a special sighting when they appear.
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September 8, 2025 at 5:14 pm
I can see why seeing them is very special. Best to you, Anneli.
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September 8, 2025 at 5:43 pm
Tnx, Jennie.
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September 9, 2025 at 4:07 am
🙂
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September 7, 2025 at 11:18 pm
Beautiful animals and poem. Hunting for food is okay with me but to nail them on a wall is not.
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September 8, 2025 at 7:51 am
It’s all about the male ego, I think. Or maybe I’m missing something. Maybe it’s to show the world what a magnificent animal it was, but I would rather have the magnificent animal living a full life. People have all kinds of different opinions about this.
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September 8, 2025 at 7:55 am
I feel the same as you do, Anneli. Though I’m not into hunting, I understand for food, but trophy hunting breaks my heart. And I had never heard of a pronghorn before. They are beautiful animals and your poem is lovely too.
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September 8, 2025 at 8:01 am
It’s a dilemma to justify feeling this way but when I compare it to how our cattle are killed and butchered, I sometimes think it’s a better way to die with an unexpected bullet. But It’s the hunters who kill just for the bragging rights that get me upset. For food, I understand and accept it, but for show – no. Attitudes are changing though. Look at how royalty, including Queen Elizabeth, shot game in Africa for sport. I’m sure she would think differently now too, if she were still alive.
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September 8, 2025 at 8:08 am
It’s definitely a dilemma, but well said.
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September 8, 2025 at 8:09 am
Thanks for your input today, Lauren.
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September 8, 2025 at 8:15 am
You’re welcome, Anneli. Have a good Monday!
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September 8, 2025 at 8:16 am
You too, Lauren.
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September 8, 2025 at 12:35 pm
I learned something about Pronghorns by reading your post today and I mistakenly thought (until today) that they were antelopes.
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September 8, 2025 at 5:44 pm
Actually, I used to think that too.
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September 8, 2025 at 6:08 pm
They’re so beautiful. And your poem was perfectly fitting. 😋
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September 8, 2025 at 6:11 pm
Thanks so much, Debby.
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September 9, 2025 at 4:36 am
😘
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September 8, 2025 at 7:35 pm
I’ve never seen these in person. Thanks.
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September 8, 2025 at 7:49 pm
You’ll have to make a trip to Montana or to Alberta. We don’t have them out our way either, but it was a real treat to see them on our trips to Montana.
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September 8, 2025 at 7:50 pm
I SO want to travel out west. It will be some time before that every happens. 😕
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September 8, 2025 at 7:52 pm
Someday.
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September 9, 2025 at 11:16 am
To show my ignorance, I’ve never heard of a pronghorn. They are elegant and handsome. And so kind, to let you ‘shoot’ them.
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September 9, 2025 at 11:49 am
I love seeing them, but they don’t live near here so I only saw them as we drove by them in Montana. I believe I saw a few in Alberta too. All on road trips. Don’t feel bad about not knowing about them. If they don’t live near you, why would you hear about them? They are so elusive.
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September 9, 2025 at 1:20 pm
Anneli, thank you for sharing your photos and details about the Pronghorns. They are definitely a unique-looking citizen of the endless grasslands. I’ve seen crawl under a fence before . . . amazing. Sadly years ago, a brutal winter of snow and cold crusted over the winter grass. Hungry, pronghorns turned to a community in northeastern Montana (it may have been Glasgow) for help. The good-hearted efforts were for naught. A pronghorn’s digestive system cannot handle bailed hay. It was probably rich in alfalfa.
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September 9, 2025 at 2:05 pm
Did I hear correctly that many of them were killed by the trains when the animals foraged near the tracks where the snow was not as deep?
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September 10, 2025 at 1:33 pm
This event may have happened, but I’m not totally sure. The Hi-Line railroad track encompasses vast swaths of land with pronghorns east of the Continental Divide and bears on the west side. I’ve read about bears being hit by a train.
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