Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 08:09:00 AM
I knew it could be only one person on the other end and I was right.
Curtis Kellar was on the other end of the line and calm as usual. I knew he was right in the middle of his south Texas hog/javie hunt and I hadn't gotten the promised update yesterday...spent a little too much time on Trad Gang and tied up the phone line.
Seems like he and Wes Martin are having a hell of a time down there.
Woke up the first morning to find Javelina in the front yard and a few bunnies scattered here and there for good measure.
They've been cursed by almost constant rain, though and CK told me he hadn't taken enough clothes to stay really warm. I take that with a grain of salt...the boy gets frost bit when the temps hit 70 degrees!
Mostly they've been spot and stalking the Javies and Curtis got in on one first thing that spotted him, hackled up and bore down on him like the UPS guy headin for the warehouse.
I guess there was some dodging and duckin in the cactus before the little musk hog left for other parts...no arrows shot.
Then a little while later he had the same thing happen. WOW! Javies with an attitude! Ya gotta love it.
Wes Martin also stalked up close to one and had it spot him as he started his draw. It immediately hackled up and turned toward him. I guess that distracted Wes cause the arrow missed.
A little later the boys turned to ambush tactics. Hide in the bushes and wait type stuff.
Well, Curtis said he was sittin in some waist high grass (knee high to you and me) and almost had a sizeable hog walk over the top of him. (the pig turned to one side at ten feet)
CK let the hog get out in the open in front of him and snapped a picture of the hog... then snapped a shot with his bow.
As the hog ran off, he had the feeling it might have been hit a little high, but was pourin blood like a (forgive me)...stuck hog!
In time he tracked the hog, with excellent blood trail, almost 500 yards. It was layin there dead when he finally got to it.
(continued)
Post by: southpawshooter on January 30, 2005, 08:15:00 AM
Post by: SuperKodiak38 on January 30, 2005, 08:21:00 AM
Post by: Guru on January 30, 2005, 08:28:00 AM
Post by: Shaun on January 30, 2005, 08:36:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 09:01:00 AM
Curtis takes a compass bearing from the hog back to the nearest sendero and goes to find Wes...smacking a couple of rabbits on the way.
I guess when he got back to the sendero, there was a pack of hogs with a nice one in the bunch. So he proceeds to put the whammy on the big one. (you can bet both these pigs took a white painted, razor sharp Grizzly El Grande)
This hog heads for the tall and nasty and vaults head long into some extra thick crappola...pigs aren't noted for their jumping ability, but Curtis swears he must have cleared a 4 foot cactus patch.
Soon after he loses sight of the hog he hears it thrashing and dying off about 50 yards, so he eases into the brush.
We're talking hands and knees, pig tunnel crawling and finds the hog. Being pretty sharp, Curtis had shot a compass heading to where he'd last heard the hog, so it's a simple matter of taking out the compass and returning to the sendero....or at least it would have been if he'd have found the compass in his pocket, where he'd put it!
Those of you who have hunted that country will appreciate how easy it is to get turned around in that nasty thick stuff... and that's just what happened to CK!
Post by: the Ferret on January 30, 2005, 09:07:00 AM
Love the story of the hearts on the head..I've had the same thing happen to me. Whatsup with grand daughters and stickers?
Post by: Timo on January 30, 2005, 09:09:00 AM
Post by: Huntrdfk on January 30, 2005, 09:16:00 AM
David
Post by: 2Knives on January 30, 2005, 09:22:00 AM
It ain't hard to get turned around in that stuff!
I ain't never been lost...confused for a month or two, but never lost!!!
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 09:30:00 AM
At this point he's further from the truck than he wanted to be and it's starting to get dark.
Figuring the situation... getting dark, two dead pigs, good blood trails to both, skies clearing... our hero returns to the truck and meets up with Wes...popping another bunny on the way.
They decide that with the cool temps and lack of rain that the hogs will keep until the a.m.
I think they were back at the camp house,(Curtis is pretty impressed with the luxurious housing!)about two hours before the skies opened up and sent them a gulley washer. Poooop!!!
Due to the thickness of the cactus and brush and the possibility of having the blood trails washed out, Curtis was a little apprehensive this morning. I've got my fingers crossed for him.
That all happened yesterday and I got CK's call this morning around 5:30. He's going to try to call me with an update around mid day and if not, then he's gonna call around 7 tonight.
This is the "Texas Sweat" exploratory hunt for all you "Sweaters" that might be reading this. Curtis reports game moving at all times of the day in great numbers.
Said he saw about 50 rabbits yesterday in the rain and that ain't the best situation for seein rabbits.
He's currently on a 900 acre ranch and not the nearby 11,000 acre one we'll be hunting on.
Post by: Timo on January 30, 2005, 09:36:00 AM
Thanks for the update.Better go make some more arrows?
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 09:55:00 AM
Post by: Timo on January 30, 2005, 10:10:00 AM
Post by: Doug Campbell on January 30, 2005, 10:26:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 10:33:00 AM
Tim...wasn't going to go, but now I'm fired up about it and doing some face to face visitin. When is it?
Post by: Timo on January 30, 2005, 10:37:00 AM
Be there for breakfast?
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 10:46:00 AM
Post by: Doug Campbell on January 30, 2005, 10:49:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 10:52:00 AM
Post by: Doug Campbell on January 30, 2005, 10:54:00 AM
Post by: Jeff Strubberg on January 30, 2005, 11:05:00 AM
Saturday morning! ;)
That Curtis is a hawg killin fool. We are gonna spend as much time around the meat pole as in the bush!
Five more weeks fellas!
Post by: trashwood on January 30, 2005, 11:22:00 AM
rusty
Post by: arraflipper on January 30, 2005, 11:44:00 AM
Post by: Missouri CK on January 30, 2005, 12:07:00 PM
Congratulations CK.
Lamb, make sure you go back and wipe the drool off the telephone.
Christopher
Post by: Jason R. Wesbrock on January 30, 2005, 02:28:00 PM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 06:26:00 PM
Post by: so tx pighunter on January 30, 2005, 06:51:00 PM
I went to Tilden yesterday and there were animals movin everwhere. There's nothin like huntin hogs in the drizzle and fog. Make a real brush buster outa ya. Im just waitn ta hear from Curtis so's I can put in my Javi samich spread order in like we ate last year MMMMM good. Be lookin for an email here real soon from me.
Eric
Post by: Shaun on January 30, 2005, 07:27:00 PM
Wish I was there already, about two weeks till I can get lost in the thorns.
Keep the tales of Curtis and his merry men coming.
Post by: trashwood on January 30, 2005, 08:08:00 PM
gps,
gps!!!!
rusty
Post by: trashwood on January 30, 2005, 08:09:00 PM
rusty
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 30, 2005, 08:14:00 PM
Curtis said he's got a pocket full of arrowheads he found layin around. Funny how good places to find native American hunting stuff is usually a good place to find game.
They got out early this morning and with a little work were able to find the pigs CK shot yesterday.
Coyotes had found one of them and did what coyotes do with fresh pork!! It turned into a salvage operation on that one.
Wes got on a nice Javelina about mid day and put one in him. Since it ran by Curtis on it's "last dash", he put one in it for good measure.
Then just a little while after that Curtis had one come by his hidin spot. Said he was pretty well hidden in the brush, so he raised his digital camera above the brush and snapped a couple of pics of it.
Once photography time was over, he put a sharp broadhead through it's ribs.
He was runnin on empty when we talked. You all know how it is! Post adrenaline let down and long days in the bushes.
I imagine he'll be on here tomorrow afternoon with a full report. I know I'll be watching for it.
Post by: Roughcountry on January 30, 2005, 10:12:00 PM
CK can just burn a few feathers when he gets home, charge him right up :thumbsup:
Post by: cjones on January 30, 2005, 11:41:00 PM
Post by: RayMO on January 31, 2005, 07:48:00 AM
Ray
Post by: Littlefeather on January 31, 2005, 07:02:00 PM
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Post by: Sparta-T on January 31, 2005, 07:28:00 PM
Nice "play-by-play" action there, Mr. Lamb. :thumbsup: Also please accept my congrats for the new member of your family.
TL
Post by: Warren H. Womack on January 31, 2005, 07:41:00 PM
Warren
Post by: Charlie Lamb on January 31, 2005, 10:12:00 PM
Post by: Jumper on February 01, 2005, 07:10:00 AM
Post by: Littlefeather on February 01, 2005, 07:15:00 AM
Arrival at the Ranch had me wishing I could fire the Weather Man! The damn guy had missed the boat completely on this hunt. Forcast had been Blue-Bird days with 80 degree temps and sunshine. WRONG! Light rain and cooler than normal temps kept us just a notch below comfortable. Yuck! Im soooo glad to have dry feet now. We've been drenched and cold for three days and nights.
It only took Wes and I a few minutes to unpack the truck and string up our bows as we waited for the ranch owner to arrive. He was late and we were ready to hunt. As I eased around the camphouse(Country Hilton) I spot a group of javalina crosing the sendero about 100 yards away. Game on! I begin a rapid stalk down the edge of the sendero and am almost within shooting range when he spots me. The biggest javi is a boar and he doesn't like me. He bristles up and charges me! Wow, I've never had one charge for no reason. As he retreats slightly, I move forward only to be charged again. HeeHeee! This is crazy fun. Well, I side step and as he turns to charge me again I let loose an Ash shaft that hits dirt between his front legs sending him to parts of the ranch unknown. Dang, I ask myself if this is how the hunt is going to be? I guess all the excitment has affected my shooting accuracy. I'll surely improve!
After the ranch owner arrives and takes us on a tour of the ranch it became quite apparent that we were in a South Texas Paradise. The rain had wipped the slate clean of game tracks and the tracks that we now see literally everywhere were only hours old. This was going to be incredible.
The evening hunt found me with three bunnies in tow. Hogs could be heard quite often through the brush but nightfall came quick and found me with a broadhead still on the string. I'll eat some dinner then I'll return for some night stalking the senderos. Wes's hunt was pretty much uneventful with the exception of one hog that suprised Wes form behind at about 8 feet. I guess neither herd or saw each other till they were close enought to dance. He did manage to send a few bunnies to the happy hopping grounds with his BBO and some obsidian heads he had knapped.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/WesBunnies.jpg)
Wes tagged along with me on the night hunt. It was new to him and only took one encounter with a group of hogs and he was hooked on night hunting. We had at least six groups of hogs around us before we called it quits for the night. No shots taken but surely sunrise would change all that.
Here is one of many deer pics I took as well. Deer were seemed to be literally everywhere. We never made a hunt when there weren't deer around us.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/Doe.jpg) CK
Post by: Littlefeather on February 01, 2005, 01:49:00 PM
Post by: so tx pighunter on February 01, 2005, 01:53:00 PM
Post by: Jason R. Wesbrock on February 01, 2005, 01:54:00 PM
Post by: ptaylor on February 01, 2005, 02:00:00 PM
Post by: Littlefeather on February 01, 2005, 02:08:00 PM
As luck would have it, the misting rain lightened up a little. I managed to see an abundance of wildlife, put a stalk on more javalina, and busted a few bunnies. I met Wes back at camp around noon to find he had also successfully stalked some javi's but managed to slightly miss one after the cactus carp saw him and bristled up. Believe me, they will scare even the toughest of men once they get adjitated! Wes was upset that he had missed the little javalina because it has been a lifelong wish to kill and mount a Texas javi.
Little did either of us know he would have other chances. The evening hunt and hair raising excitment was only hours away. Surely one of us will be huddled close to the meat pole by nightfall.
I'll get back to story telling a little later. Lunch is over. CK
Post by: Luke Vander Vennen on February 01, 2005, 02:09:00 PM
Post by: Doc Nock on February 01, 2005, 03:41:00 PM
Post by: Littlefeather on February 01, 2005, 04:42:00 PM
By now, Wes and I have about half filled our pockets with arrowheads we seemed to find wherever we went. I even found some dainty little bird points. We set out across the ranch in 4wd trying to navigate around the deepest mud holes. We saw javalina, hogs and countless rabbits as we drove. We ended up close to a low lying drainage that looked really promising so I decided to stay in this area to hunt till nightfall. Wes decided to head back to the spot where he had missed the javi in hopes of redemption.
I had been in the low lying area for a short time. I had stomped out a circle in some tall grass adjacent to a well used hog trail. About the time I got comfortable chomping sunflower seeds and taking in the sights a hogs ears appear about 7 yards in front of me. He was hidden in the grass and his apporoach was quite stealthful. He knew something was not right but he just couldn't figure out what it was. (the first picture I posted was the hog in the tall grass). I snapped a few pictures of the hog before I picked up my little Bear recurve, raised it ever so slowly, and released a Griz 190 through the beast. My heart was about to explode with excitment!!!!! The hog was at seven paces. The bad news is that the shot was a little high and I knew the outcome could be bad. I waited a few minutes then begain the lengthy track. Blood was extreemly good and the crawl through thorn heaven was made easier because of the copius blood trail. Well, the trail ended at a hog about 1/2 mile(guess) from where he had started. Now, how am I going to get this pig back? Oh crap, with all the crawling and looking down I've lost my bearings and can only shoot a compass reading based on a lucky guess. An hour and a half later I emerge from the sticking, biting thorn brush. I am certain I can find my way back now.
As I arrive back at my hunt spot I decide I will leave the downed hog to find again at first light. No sence in getting lost again, only to spend the night in the cold, wet, cactus brush. As I sit and think about what has transpired a set of ears appears and is headed straight for me. I hunker down, grap another arrow, and as the hog passes through the grass in front of me at maybe 5 feet, I raise the camera and shoot. Got him-on film! As the hoh reaches about 6 yards I put the second arrow in flight. Crack! Hes hit hard and as he exits he musta jumped 4 feet high trying to clear a cactus. I hear him crash about 50 yards away as twilight fades to black.
(http://photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/th_SCV_0003.jpg) CK
Post by: SuperKodiak38 on February 01, 2005, 05:36:00 PM
Post by: slow walker on February 01, 2005, 05:38:00 PM
I have two questions:
Have the "voices" gone away?? :-))))
Could you post some pics of the arrowheads you found for us please?
Thanks
Post by: Shaun on February 01, 2005, 08:00:00 PM
See ya in a little over two weeks if your home and I'm not hunted out.
Shaun
Post by: Littlefeather on February 01, 2005, 08:30:00 PM
(continued)
As the skies go gray to black, my mind races from the excitment of the evening hunt. A pig shot at close range, a two hour ordeal with cactus, compass errors(yea,right), voices in my head saying "you're lost", a really long walk, and another arrowed hog. Whew, Im feeling a little frazled from all this. This has really been an evening for the memory books.
As I entered the brush tracking the second hog I decide not to make the same mistake I've made with the first hog, so I do a compass check. Wait, I claw at my pockets looking for the compass. Somehow I have misplaced the compass, never to be found again. Once I realize I now had no compass I made the quick decision to leave this pig till morning as well. The meat will keep in the cold and I aint about to spend the night with the pigs if I had my way!
I got to camp to find Wes already wipping up some "dog food" as he called it. It was actually a ham salad kinda stuff that I make outta bb-q hog/javi. We ate way too much of it on this trip!!!!Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Wes had a slow hunt on this evening and had decided to night hunt to see if it would be as good as the night before. Wes later came back to the house with tales of a big boar that had repeatedly harrassed him. Wes drank a beverage then returned to the darkness in pursuit of the beast. To no avail. The beast was spotted once again but refused to offer up his ghost.
The next morning would prove to me what really good friends are made of. Wes sacraficed his morning hunt to help me locate my rewards of "game greed". The plan was to turn the radio in the truck really loud and use it as referance in a land of no landmarks or visual navigation aids. It worked and Wes located my second shot pig. It wasn't easy because an unexpected rain had all but eliminated any sign.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/CKpig.jpg)
Well, this is where it gets rough. The first hog was a long way away and I was dependant on blood sign to return to the carcass. Following in a game of grown man hopscotch, we eased along dropping bits of toiletpaper. The guy in front finds sign then the guy behind moves forward till he finds sign as well. I took a large roll of toiletpaper!!!!! Hell with the compass!
This went on for some time till I recognized an area from the day before. We hear coyotes ahead and I tell Wes that it is certain to be where the hogs is. I hate to be right sometime! Well, as bad luck sometime has it, track jobs turn to salvage operations. I hate that but Im not really sure I would change anything I did in this situation. Sorry, Im not posting any pics of the first hog.
Wes and I are really sick of being wet and cold but as I hoist the hog up on the gambrel, Wes bids me farwell. He heads out for a mid-day foray for some javalina he holds a grudge against. I envy the guys persistance! After I clean the hog and put away knives and such, I decide to rest a bit. The plan turned south pretty quickly as Wes entered the camphouse with a big ol' grin. Seems the javalina cooperated for once and Wes capitalized on the moment. Not being quite certain as to how well the javi was hit, we waited a short while and returned to the area Wes had marked with an arrow. As we eased into the brush, we immediately find the bloody arrow. Looks like the arrow was a passthrough. As I ease along looking for sign, Wes says, here he is! About this time the little fella goes running by with a second wound. He falters slightly as he enters an opening and as he wobbles, I put a grizzly in him low. Later it was revealed that my arrow was certainly not necessary. This was Wes's trophy and he got him on his own. Upon wound inspection, we were totally amazed that the animal wasn't dead immediately with the first arrow. Sometime the will to live overcomes all odds!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/Wesjavi.jpg)
We still have an evening hunt and a morning hunt before we head back into the daily grind. Yall stick around and I'll tell the rest a little later. CK
Post by: Missouri CK on February 01, 2005, 08:34:00 PM
Now that it deer season is over and winter is in full force here in Missouri I'm feeling the bite of the "Sweat bug"!
Gosh, I would love to being planning another trip down your way. Thanks for taking me along on this adventure (even though it makes me want to be there even worse). Sounds like you have hit the jackpot with this spot and the story telling isn't even over.
Congratulations again on the pig and javi.
P.S. I hope my brother realizes what a fun trip he is in for this March.
Post by: Missouri CK on February 01, 2005, 08:48:00 PM
Do I see some tusk on that pig of yours? Pretty nice looking hog. Definitely too big for my taste, as I only shoot those little tasty pigs, but that is another matter all together.
Looks like Wes had a good time with the bunnies and the javalina. Nice shooting.
Chris
Post by: Shaun on February 01, 2005, 10:58:00 PM
Ah, I guess I can wait till tomorrow to find out.
Post by: Timo on February 01, 2005, 11:08:00 PM
Man I'm getting pumped!!!
Post by: Jumper on February 02, 2005, 02:06:00 AM
Later, Scott
Post by: Littlefeather on February 02, 2005, 07:17:00 AM
I decide to head over to a location where a Bull Dozer had pushed up some brush piles. The little javis seem to be holding in this area and I decide to as well. I clean out a little area in the brush pile that ended up being the nicest little blind I've used in awhile.
As I get my gear scattered around at my feet, I decide to take a few pictures. I always get wrapped up in the hunt and forget to take pics. The first pics are of bunnies and birds. Here is a beautiful Mexican Green Jay. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/MexicanJay.jpg)
Also a common Cardinal. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/cardinal.jpg)
As I sat there taking in the sights, I see movement in the thicket to the left of me. Its hogs comming. Wait! It looks like it could be javalina. Yes, it is javalina and they are holding a course that will take them past me less than ten yards away. Javalina are slow movers so I decide to snap a few pics before I shoot.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/SCV_0032.jpg)
Sorry about the picture quality. The camera is new and it was close to dark when I took the pics.
Just as quick as I got a couple of pics I grab up my Kodiak Mag and put an arrow on the string. When the second to the largest javi turns sideways, I put a sledge hammer hit on him! His ribs cracked loud enough to hear back at camp."exageration". The little stinker hit the thorn brush at full speed and within seconds I hear the death howl. He's done!
Javalina seem to have the unnatural ability to retain blood when hit. This fella was no different. Id hit him as well as humanly possible but he refused to leave a blood trail. No matter. He's only gone about 40 yards by the sound of the death howl. As I enter the brush, the dimming light of dusk tells me its gonna be a tough track in the thick stuff. I blind trail till I just can't see. No worries, I'll come at first light and retrieve my little trophy. For now, Im willing to fight for a hot shower. CK
Post by: the Ferret on February 02, 2005, 07:24:00 AM
Keep em coming CK.
Post by: Littlefeather on February 02, 2005, 07:45:00 AM
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Post by: Shaun on February 02, 2005, 08:06:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on February 02, 2005, 09:06:00 AM
Post by: TexMex on February 02, 2005, 09:08:00 AM
Post by: Doug Campbell on February 02, 2005, 10:19:00 AM
Post by: JC on February 02, 2005, 10:38:00 AM
Dang, I needed that update like a hole in the head. I'll never get any work done now.
Post by: Jumper on February 02, 2005, 10:48:00 AM
Post by: Rangeball on February 02, 2005, 10:58:00 AM
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COME ON CURTIS, FINISH THE STORY!!!!! What happens next!
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For now, Im willing to fight for a hot shower. CKI'm not sure I want to hear what happens next :)
Post by: Doc Nock on February 02, 2005, 11:11:00 AM
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Post by: NEW GUY on February 02, 2005, 12:29:00 PM
Can't wait to hear the rest of the story.
Post by: Littlefeather on February 02, 2005, 01:43:00 PM
Wes and I fixed some greasy, hot tamales with home made hot sauce for dinner. No more "Dog Food"! We both lounged around and talked of the hunt we were on and those to come in the future. We talked bow designs, failures and accomplishments. Somehow my mind kept creeping back to the downed javalina and how it was raining lightly outside. My worries ran deep even though I knew the javi had taken my best shot. He had to be right where he had made the death howl.
With all these thoughts racing through my mind, I found sleep a hard thing to acquire. I have lived this same turn of events many times but the wait never seems to get any easier. It is the roller-coaster syndrome that I speak of so often. The emotional ups and downs that keep the soul in a state of unrest. It is the very thing I live for!
Although Wes and I did not set an alarm clock for the final morning, I awoke with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morn. It was game time but it was also raining harder than it had all weekend. Well, this switched my gears back to low and I decided to drink coffee awhile while Wes went and pounded a few water logged bunnies outside.
An hour later Wes and I found ourselves replaying the same series of events from the morning before. Turn the Texas Music up real loud for a navigation aid while in the brush. As Wes covered one side of a little wash I covered the other. It took an eternity of looking through the thickest brush imaginable but somehow we had emerged victorious.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Littlefeather/CurtisBowabc.jpg)
Another hot shower was most certainly in order if I was to avoid hyperthermia. I was as cold and wet as I could get without collapse. No feeling in my hands or feet. It was time to dry out, clean up camp, and head back into a hectic, daily grind.
As Wes and I prepared for our departure from this land of bowhunting magic, our minds swirrled with a jumble of events that ran together into a blurr. Wow, it seems like a far away dream to think back a couple of days ago when we first drove through the gates. I couldn't help but grin ear to ear as I watched Wes hopscotch the mud holes for the last time, on this way to unlock the gates. We had set our sites on adventure months before as we planned this hunt but the adventure we dreamed of was pale in comparison to what we had found. This was a Diamond of a hunt that I wish for all you guys to experience. I wish for all your future adventures to be as good to you as ours was to us. Thanks for comming along for the cyber ride. It was my honor to be your driver. CK
If looking to book a hunt in South Texas please dont overlook Jerry Gonzales @ http://www.pedernalbowhunts.com/. Tell him Littlefella sent you. Please respect his proberties, pick up your trash, be safe, and save a few critters for me. I'll be back!
Post by: Jason R. Wesbrock on February 02, 2005, 01:58:00 PM
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Post by: Tom D on February 02, 2005, 06:13:00 PM
TomD
Post by: Viper on February 02, 2005, 06:21:00 PM
THANKS for the hunt. You keep this up you'll have enough material for a book: chapter1--camp cooking; chapter2--hog killin; chapter3--javie huntin; chapter4--lectricity.
Dave
Post by: Killdeer on February 02, 2005, 07:37:00 PM
We wanna see the ARRAHEADS! :knothead:
Killdeer (Thanks for the hunt! I was on the edge of my seat!)
Post by: Littlefeather on February 02, 2005, 07:51:00 PM
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Post by: Madpigslayer on February 02, 2005, 08:07:00 PM
Post by: Killdeer on February 02, 2005, 08:11:00 PM
Just walking that land and dreaming about the makers and users of those tools would be plenty!
Killdeer :thumbsup:
Post by: Littlefeather on February 02, 2005, 08:19:00 PM
Calvin, Give me a call tomorrow. CK
Post by: NEW GUY on February 02, 2005, 08:19:00 PM
Post by: Timo on February 02, 2005, 09:31:00 PM
Thanks for posting them pics Ck.Several types in there.Cool stuff for sure! :thumbsup:
Post by: Guru on February 02, 2005, 10:01:00 PM
Post by: Doug Campbell on February 02, 2005, 10:49:00 PM
Thanks Curtis, great story!!!
Post by: the Ferret on February 02, 2005, 10:54:00 PM
Post by: Desert Rat on February 02, 2005, 10:54:00 PM
Brad
Post by: Jim Stewart on February 03, 2005, 12:54:00 AM
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Post by: RayMO on February 03, 2005, 07:48:00 AM
Ray
Post by: Huntrdfk@Work on February 03, 2005, 07:56:00 AM
David
Post by: Doc Nock on February 03, 2005, 08:53:00 AM
Thanks, CK!
Post by: slow walker on February 03, 2005, 04:54:00 PM
Post by: bayoulongbowman on February 03, 2005, 04:58:00 PM
Post by: Littlefeather on February 03, 2005, 06:51:00 PM
Oh S. Walker, I forgot to invite you? What was I thinking? Man I could some mental support!
Glendale, Az.? Ever get out around Black Canyon City or the Bumble Bee area? I killed a bunch of javis around the state when I lived in Sedona. Sorry I didn't utilize your services back then. Heck, I might have turned out half normal if I had. CK
Post by: stykshooter on February 03, 2005, 07:28:00 PM
Post by: slow walker on February 03, 2005, 11:24:00 PM
Yes, actually you did forget to invite me. Bumble Bee? Of course!! Black Canyon City, absolutely! What about the Badger Springs area?? Or, what about Dugas Ranch area? The whold Bloody Basin area? Hey, I can drop names too!:-)) All great country!! Not to mention the area around Flag. where I lived for 8 years. Ever get up that way? However, more to the point....what the h*** are you doin' in TX??? Any pottery cherds around where you found those arra points? Any pictographs on the rocks? Or were you too busy takin' pics and pursuing your blood lettin' activities? Just North or Phx. there is an area called the Agua Fria National Monument. About a dozen Sinagua ruins in the area, hunting allowed, and much game. If you'd like to see a map, pm me your address and I'll send you a map. Not that I'd go there with you alone, unless you'd agree to a shot of thorazine whenever I thought you needed it. :-))))
Post by: Terry Green on February 03, 2005, 11:25:00 PM
If I can't hunt, at least I can read about it. Hope to get into the Cohutta Wilderness the last week of Feb for a go at a Mt. Boar.
Post by: trashwood on February 04, 2005, 08:26:00 AM
rusty
Post by: Jerryg on February 12, 2005, 12:24:00 AM
Jerryg
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Post by: wingnut on February 12, 2005, 08:32:00 AM
Now that's funny coming from a guy that got lost going to the bathroom. . . in his house only two years ago. A GPS is a confidence builder for sure. I would hunt half of the places I go if I didn't have one.
Mike
Post by: trashwood on February 12, 2005, 08:37:00 AM
rusty