Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 11, 2006, 08:05:00 AM
Over the next few weeks, member/brothers from all over the world will be converging on a rather sizeable acreage in south Texas for the annual "Texas Sweat"... a gathering of some of the most formidable bowhunters/liars on the planet.
It's international this year and that proves to be interesting. I experience enough of a language barrier just traveling from Missouri to Texas... the worst is in southwest Missouri/Oklahoma, though. :)
We'll be pullin bows (and cactus spines) on Javelina and wild hogs. We'll spare no bunnies in our quest for truth (?), justice and the American way. (note to self- take phone booth for changing clothes)
The first of the good stuff will start showing up here next weekend, so keep the dial right here.
Within the next few minutes I'll be on the road south. You all be good, be careful and keep listenin. :wavey:
Post by: wingnut on March 11, 2006, 08:08:00 AM
Drive careful and see ya tomorrow.
LOL
Mike
Post by: Walkingstick on March 11, 2006, 08:36:00 AM
Post by: Rob DiStefano on March 11, 2006, 08:45:00 AM
Post by: Shaun on March 11, 2006, 08:53:00 PM
Post by: Aeronut on March 11, 2006, 11:22:00 PM
Dennis
Post by: wingnut on March 12, 2006, 07:53:00 AM
Mike
Post by: Littlefeather on March 12, 2006, 08:51:00 AM
Post by: Guru on March 12, 2006, 09:08:00 AM
Post by: wingnut on March 12, 2006, 09:13:00 AM
Yep Charlie today and Shawn on Tuesday. Don't know how many more. Dang now I gotta clean my shop this am so people don't think I actually work with dust up to my ankles.
LOL
Mike
Post by: the Ferret on March 12, 2006, 09:49:00 AM
Looking forward to reading the stories.
Ya'll have fun, stay safe, shoot straight and track diligently. :thumbsup:
Post by: Randy Morin on March 12, 2006, 09:58:00 AM
I know it's a given but have a great trip Charlie/Shaun. Lookin forward to some good tellin.
Post by: IB on March 12, 2006, 12:20:00 PM
Post by: Littlefeather on March 12, 2006, 01:56:00 PM
The actual hunt starts on Thursday and runs till Tuesday night. I feel certain there will be a few stories told. CK
Post by: wingnut on March 12, 2006, 03:06:00 PM
If you see this, email me or call. I'm trying to get ahold of Charlie. He's running a bit late and I was just trying to touch base with him.
Mike
Disreguard!! As I pushed the send button, Charlie called. LOL
Post by: wingnut on March 12, 2006, 05:12:00 PM
Good Luck bud and have fun.
Mike
Post by: IB on March 12, 2006, 05:44:00 PM
Post by: On Fire aka Charlie on March 12, 2006, 10:42:00 PM
Everybody at the sweat is in for a surprise.
Charlie
Post by: Brian Halbleib on March 12, 2006, 10:50:00 PM
Have fun boys, wish I was still there...
-Brian
www.bowyersjournal.com (http://www.bowyersjournal.com)
Post by: kyle on March 13, 2006, 10:18:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 13, 2006, 07:24:00 PM
What will they be having to naw on for the evening meal :confused:
Are they having to much fun to include us who had to stay :readit:
Catch us up "OH OTHER BROTHERS OF THE BOW"
Post by: Terry Green on March 13, 2006, 07:36:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 14, 2006, 09:01:00 AM
INQUIRING MINDS :scared: want to KNOW
Post by: Terry Green on March 14, 2006, 09:09:00 AM
Trying not to think about it so it will get here quicker.....JC and Me are headed out lunch tomorrow.
Really looking forward to seeing Charlie again.....its been a year, and that's way too long......and can't wait to meet up with the Sweat vets from last year and the new ones on the way.
The hunt will be around a full moon, so we will have to hunt extra hard.
Post by: Littlefeather on March 14, 2006, 09:12:00 AM
Post by: Irish on March 14, 2006, 09:21:00 AM
Post by: Whip on March 14, 2006, 10:43:00 AM
I'll be on the big bird Sunday morning to head down and do some mop up work after the advance scouts have done their duties.
Go get 'em boys!
:thumbsup:
Post by: wingnut on March 14, 2006, 05:18:00 PM
Having fun and telling lies.
Mike
Post by: Littlefeather on March 14, 2006, 05:29:00 PM
Post by: kyle on March 14, 2006, 05:52:00 PM
Arrows - check
Pants - check
Arrows - check
Shirts - check
Arrows - check
Socks and drawers - check and check
Arrows - check
boots - check
Arrows - check
pop up blind - check
Arrows - check
knappin kit - check
Arrows - check
provisions - check
Arrows - check
cooler - check
Arrows - check
I think I'm almost ready
Post by: Littlefeather on March 14, 2006, 05:54:00 PM
Post by: Irish on March 14, 2006, 06:51:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 14, 2006, 10:04:00 PM
Post by: kyle on March 15, 2006, 08:30:00 AM
Now, where'd I put those arras?
Post by: IB on March 15, 2006, 10:13:00 AM
Post by: Terry Green on March 15, 2006, 10:21:00 AM
Post by: Guru on March 15, 2006, 10:39:00 AM
Safe traveling to everyone and good luck!!
Post by: Terry Green on March 15, 2006, 12:01:00 PM
See ya'll in Texas. :wavey:
Post by: IB on March 15, 2006, 08:11:00 PM
Post by: Guru on March 15, 2006, 08:52:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 15, 2006, 09:34:00 PM
They were still down at the Ranch checking things out. They appear to have seen QUARRY. As they were heading out they were counting Javies to me that they were seeing. Now being a good HONEST person I refuse to tell the number 25 and they were only a quater mile from the camp.
They have spent most of the day scouting. Both seemed pretty much OVER WHELMED with the size of the place as well as abundance of critters.
They were on their way to pick up Terry and JC I think that's who they said. Pretty hard to tell just what they were saying, over all the SCREAMS of "look There" Over There Curtis" "OOOO LOOKIE THERE" and "That's MINE"
They were a bit curious if Kyle had gotten his garage cleaned out yet and was starting to pack??
They will try and call again in the morning then again in the evening as the rest start arriving........... to be cont.
Post by: On Fire aka Charlie on March 15, 2006, 10:57:00 PM
Just got off the phone with Kyle and he and Moffit are in the wind. Yes, Kyle did take plenty of arra's but when a man takes 3 bows well.... that's another story. Bout 10:00 they were leavin Lil' Rock.
I'll be waitin for pics.
Charlie
Post by: Bob Walker on March 15, 2006, 11:06:00 PM
Curt - You hang in there bud, me, Terry, JC and Ben will be scouting out them extra large critters for our trip in May!!
More to come..........
Post by: IB on March 15, 2006, 11:08:00 PM
The report is there is... L O T S... of targets.
Post by: Whip on March 15, 2006, 11:39:00 PM
Forecast is for 4-8 inches of snow around here, so Sunday will be quite a shock to the system!
Post by: IB on March 16, 2006, 09:27:00 AM
RX.....Take 1/2 when you get there. Save the other 1/2 for when you know you have to leave :bigsmyl:
FOR GODs sake you better have PLENTY MORE ARROWS a MIN. of 3 doz. :thumbsup:
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Post by: Hoodoo Arrow on March 16, 2006, 10:39:00 AM
If you should somehow feel the unmistakeable sensation of burlap and smell oats, that would be me slipping the gunny sack over your head.
After seeing the pics of your jeeps, I think you'd be comfortable enough in the honda trunk for say 25 hours.
Post by: IB on March 16, 2006, 11:24:00 AM
Post by: Whip on March 16, 2006, 11:24:00 AM
Post by: Hoodoo Arrow on March 16, 2006, 11:58:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 16, 2006, 12:00:00 PM
Post by: Hoodoo Arrow on March 16, 2006, 12:32:00 PM
Post by: Rob DiStefano on March 16, 2006, 05:10:00 PM
3/16 - 4pm TX - first two hours of the hunt
Terry and JC - along with Krister from Norway in tow - finally figured out how to get where they wanted to hunt and in short order they were onto two sounders of hogs within 30 yards ... the first group got busted when the wind did a 180 turnaround ... the 2nd group were in real heavy brush and wound up gettin' spooked.
Kyle and Scott G. got a line on coyote but couldn't call him in.
... lots more to come ...
Post by: Guru on March 16, 2006, 05:26:00 PM
Keep um coming Rob....
Post by: IB on March 16, 2006, 05:45:00 PM
All were still out, got hung up on when Shaun appeared out of the bush walking towards a Truck and hour after he went in, They were in hopes he needed some tracking assistance, sooooooooo well have to wait to see what that was about.
Charlie and CK had managed to gather up some camp fair, Bunnies and FROGS :scared: .
There seems to be a need for SHADE in the middle of the day.......Told them to take shorts
Every one arrived in good shape and ready for "THE HUNT"...........to be cont......vance
Post by: IB on March 16, 2006, 06:18:00 PM
..................MAGIC................ :scared: :scared: :scared:
.........ESPONTANEO............ For South West Brethren
Post by: Rob DiStefano on March 16, 2006, 07:15:00 PM
3/16 - 5pm TX - third hour of the hunt
Terry, JC and Krister - the boys jumped a big boar javalina but the situation and shot were both tough, and no dice. The fellers have split up for now, to hunt on their own ...
... lots more to come ...
Post by: beachbowhunter on March 16, 2006, 07:22:00 PM
Post by: Joe D on March 16, 2006, 08:07:00 PM
You da man! Mas....Por favor! :bigsmyl:
Post by: Whip on March 16, 2006, 10:36:00 PM
Post by: On Fire aka Charlie on March 16, 2006, 11:31:00 PM
Charlie
Post by: Missouri CK on March 17, 2006, 06:59:00 AM
Thanks for the updates Rob.
Post by: the Ferret on March 17, 2006, 07:03:00 AM
Post by: Guru on March 17, 2006, 07:09:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 17, 2006, 10:51:00 AM
After yesterdays MASS START and then you know what last night was like :scared: :scared:
Poor boy is probably a TOTAL WRECK :bigsmyl:
Post by: Guru on March 17, 2006, 11:32:00 AM
Post by: On Fire aka Charlie on March 17, 2006, 11:56:00 AM
Post by: Guru on March 17, 2006, 12:02:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 17, 2006, 01:21:00 PM
Charlie just checked in....... As ON FIRE said... Ben and Kyle both have Javies on ice retrieved :scared: part, both Huntit and Charlie have taken 5'+ BUZZ WORMS :eek: There ya go Curt more MATERIALS :scared: Charlie and Curtis are sleeping in tents outside.
Charlie passed along a word for the second heat..........For a carton of "TRUE" ciger Butts NO MENTHOL....He has prime spots for those who can bring "TRUE"s to him....WHIP....KINSLOW...HooDoo.
More later when they decide to check back in...........vance
Post by: Brian Halbleib on March 17, 2006, 01:44:00 PM
Sounds like you boys are having a blast, I knew you would. Keep after 'em!
-Brian
www.bowyersjournal.com (http://www.bowyersjournal.com)
Post by: Guru on March 17, 2006, 01:50:00 PM
I like "buzz worms" :bigsmyl: ,well as long as they're not alive and too close!!
Curtis told me that there were a lot down there and they were all BIG,cause the little one's get eaten!!
Post by: Rob DiStefano on March 17, 2006, 01:59:00 PM
“Doug Campbell made it through his surgery just fine. Still in recovery and all looks well."
Back to the hunt ...
Post by: IB on March 17, 2006, 02:02:00 PM
Thank you for that Rob
Post by: albertakid on March 17, 2006, 02:05:00 PM
Any word on ole Hoodoo arrow I guess his old butt made it down there in one piece!!
Post by: Dave Bulla on March 17, 2006, 02:44:00 PM
Are they at the same place as last year? There were so many rabbits a guy could stay more than busy just hunting them. And bull frogs!!! THe first time I got close to the pond I thought for sure I was hearing a pig or deer running away through the cat tails but it was just mongo sized bull frogs splopping into the water. Dang frogs were almost as big as the rabbits.
Might have to break out the cell phone and see if I can get ahold of anyone.
Post by: Whip on March 17, 2006, 05:17:00 PM
Sounds like we're going to javi paradise!
Post by: IB on March 17, 2006, 05:35:00 PM
Post by: Rob DiStefano on March 17, 2006, 06:07:00 PM
Another javie down (Shaun) ... JC and Krister are on a stalk of a good 12 javies.
Terry's taking lotsa pix - can't wait to see'em!
Post by: Hunter John on March 17, 2006, 06:10:00 PM
Post by: Bob Walker on March 17, 2006, 10:40:00 PM
Post by: Missouri CK on March 17, 2006, 11:17:00 PM
Andrew and I are getting into San Antonio around 5pm as well.
Look for two guys with camo duffle bags that are about as big as we are tall.
Looking forward to the mid hunt meeting.
Chris
P.S. Vance Tell Lamb I got him covered and he owes me big time....I mean big tusks.
Post by: so tx pighunter on March 17, 2006, 11:34:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 17, 2006, 11:46:00 PM
You just put it on him when you get there. HUMBLE that CHILD!!!!!
All you guys be careful BUT STILL Have FUN
Post by: Guru on March 18, 2006, 05:50:00 AM
Good Luck guys!!
Let's have some more updates!!
Post by: Bob Walker on March 18, 2006, 07:12:00 AM
We'll be arriving from Atlanta on Delta. We will look for ya'll around the baggage claim. Will have an aluminum TD bow case and black duffel bag. See ya there!
Bob
Post by: IB on March 18, 2006, 09:50:00 AM
Every one is at it agin. Yesterday almost everone had some type of action from Stalking to actually LETTIN BLOOD.
Charlie and Curtis said every thing was becoming quite confusing there now, so much happening all at once.
As we were talking Charlie was about to put the sneak on some Javies, wind was right and he was on a powder cow trail no noise. CLICK
I guess he'll call back.
Everyone is getting excited to see the second group arrive. What a party that will be :bigsmyl:
They said to tell everyone to come HUNGRY the food is better than GREAT, with lots of Frijoles Refritos, helps with wind checking.......to be cont.
Post by: Rob DiStefano on March 18, 2006, 10:36:00 AM
- Scott killed a javie, and was last tracking a hog he shot
- Dave was tracking a shot javie
- Irish also tracking a shot javie
- Terry shot a javie twice - first in the neck, then again in dense buzz worm brush, LOTSA big buzzies and he's got the pix, too.
Post by: Rob DiStefano on March 18, 2006, 10:40:00 AM
Terry recovered the "buzz worm brush" javie he shot and was tracking late yesterday, in a very interesting fashion ... more to come ...
Post by: IB on March 18, 2006, 10:56:00 AM
BUSTED... seems that the Javies are WIRED he made it to within 18 yards, then the whole world exploded 1 javie 6 different directions at MACH 1.
Their back off on another adventure.
Way to go TERRY :thumbsup:
Post by: the Ferret on March 18, 2006, 12:51:00 PM
Post by: Guru on March 18, 2006, 01:21:00 PM
I can't wait for the all pix.....
Mickey,,Ya sure ya don't wanna go in May???? Same place.......
Post by: IB on March 18, 2006, 01:49:00 PM
So I guess it's working both ways, keeping us all in the hunt!
Post by: herb haines on March 18, 2006, 03:41:00 PM
sure glad they are getting into game but not much word on the BUNNIES .most important game animal in south Texas ,pigs and javies is just icing on the cake .
i have to be wierd , just thinking about texas Bunnies and i get to grinnin' like a fool .
if Marcus is cookin for those guys they are sure eating real fine :bigsmyl:
if i can find a cell# from last year may pester the boys tonight .
really hard to stay home this year but by the time i got permisson sorted with new job , ticket prices got to $1000 CAD so had to stay home .next year tickets will be bought 6 moths before and vacation will be requested as oon as Sweat date is set !!! -- not going to miss any more --- herb
Post by: Jerryg on March 18, 2006, 08:04:00 PM
we are missing you down here!!!! Its been a great hunt. Everyone is having opportunities. Marcus is not cooking for us this year, but you wont be disapointed with the cooking.
Jerryg
Post by: IB on March 18, 2006, 10:50:00 PM
Well this late a call from the south, must be something good.
Charlie and JC were paired up this afternoon when a 150# + tusker showed up. I won't spoil the story for the boys, sept to say that Mr. Lamb has added to the work of the MEAT MAN :thumbsup:
It took both he and JC to load it into the truck. They were just getting ready to head back into camp when they called in.
I ask if they were worried at all about BUZZ WORMS in the dark. Response was "DARK HELL" We had so many lights on it looked like downtown ATLANTA.
Needless to say they were two pumped SWEATERS
To be cont.--------------vance
Post by: cjones on March 19, 2006, 01:03:00 AM
Post by: Guru on March 19, 2006, 06:22:00 AM
and all these for all the other stuff that layed down :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Them boys been busy!!!!
Post by: Keener on March 19, 2006, 07:18:00 AM
Quote
Originally posted by cjones:Snake boots probably ain't neccessary, man.
I don't like all of this buzz worm talk! :scared: I was told that there was no need to bring snake boots.
Below the knee is probably safe.
From what I hear, the big snakes will hit upper thigh or crotch level anyway. :scared:
heheh
Keep the updates coming, boys!
Post by: herb haines on March 19, 2006, 11:04:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 19, 2006, 11:14:00 AM
Well Boys and Girls we are just HOURS AWAY from first hand stories and PHOTOS .
The second group has had the WORM on the TOUNGUE
slurred speach last night. So they now are HITTING the end of their CHAINS ready to ROLL :scared:
BODY COUNT....... Not sure if this was from yesterday or all from this morning Don't matter MEAT is MEAT
IRISH............ Javie Dave Simpson............ Javie Charlie L............... Javie DOC. TIPPIT.......... Javie
Mr. Morrison was still out so that one is still up in the air.
Group 2 was a mear 2 hours out, Charlie said there was lots of noise comming from down at the camp gate, he suspected that some had broken their chains and were trying to get in. They were sending the camp WENCHES down with TEQUILA to try and quiet the BEASTS for a couple of hrs. :bigsmyl:
to be cont.....................vance
Post by: IB on March 19, 2006, 11:21:00 AM
Post by: AZStickman on March 19, 2006, 11:29:00 AM
Post by: herb haines on March 19, 2006, 05:37:00 PM
Tried JC's cell and Curtis' last night but they were on voice mail so never left any message ,hate speaking to a BEEP !! then forgot to looking at the clock and figured they were in town anyway --- herb
Post by: Keener on March 19, 2006, 07:30:00 PM
Post by: Jumper on March 19, 2006, 07:43:00 PM
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Just watch where you place your feet for sure. Here is a nice rattler that Bob Morrison shot in the head.
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Here is a shot of a Javi I took with my Black Widow longbow. Those little tuskers don't leave a blood trail worth a darn! Good thing he only went about 40 yards.
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And this would be a picture of my little friend that just about got me when I was looking into the underbrush for hogs instead of where my feet were going. This one was about 6 feet long, how long would that make his striking distance. TOO FAR!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, time to change the shorts.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/Scott6231/DSC00445.jpg)
Bob was kind enough to let me try out one of his beauties with a new limb design. What a smooth shooter and spot on baby! Nighty night jack!
You all hang in there. All of us will post stories of our hunts in detail once we get back to the home front! Curtis, you da man bro! :notworthy: :notworthy: :notworthy:
Post by: Steve O on March 19, 2006, 07:54:00 PM
Post by: Killdeer on March 19, 2006, 08:16:00 PM
Killdeer
Post by: IB on March 19, 2006, 10:07:00 PM
Just think of all the arrows GURU could make with that puppy......Fill my Quiver.
And they gets to grow more for MAY :scared: :scared:
Post by: cjones on March 20, 2006, 12:26:00 AM
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 01:10:00 AM
I was truly honored to share a camp with this great bunch of guys. This was about as good as it gets boys and girls.
I'll leave ya this evening with a few quotes I heard during the hunt.........
"Nah, I'll just sit out here and cool off a bit" - Ben Moffitt.
"I noticed this cow at my chair with parachute cord hanging out of its mouth" - Dave 'Hunt It' Stinson.
"I'm glad you're down there instead of me" - Charlie Lamb.
"Those things are quite scary" - Conan 'slow walker' Nelson
"Oh no, ....those thorns and cactus was nothing compared to the gashes, stitches, and scars I saw in my immediate future." - JC
"I wasn't going to let that 2nd one boogie" - Jeff 'tippet' Springer
"I think I'm goint to go home and teach my wife a little spanish" - Kyle Watson
"This is insane man" - Curtis Kellar
"I'm not too old enough that I can't whoop your butt....don't call me Mr. Kellar again." - Mr. Kellar :D
"You two being experienced bowhunters, I was expecting a more miraculous plan of a technical nature." - Krister of Norway.
See you guys tomorrow......
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/terry/glassing.JPG)
Post by: cjones on March 20, 2006, 04:08:00 AM
Post by: Guru on March 20, 2006, 06:02:00 AM
I can't wait!!!
Post by: herb haines on March 20, 2006, 08:35:00 AM
Post by: Brian Halbleib on March 20, 2006, 08:36:00 AM
-Brian
www.bowyersjournal.com (http://www.bowyersjournal.com)
Post by: herb haines on March 20, 2006, 09:34:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 20, 2006, 10:11:00 AM
Terry Terry, Ben Ben Ben
Post by: Guru on March 20, 2006, 10:49:00 AM
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 11:02:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 20, 2006, 11:07:00 AM
No weather for them last night or today.
Lots of stories around dinner last night from the hunt. :bigsmyl:
Lots of sightings and a few shots.......No Meat.
Couple of the guys thought they may have connected, was getting pretty late to track. So their out looking again this morning. Pretty tough picking up blood trails from what is being said
Keep ya posted later this afternoon........vance
Post by: kyle on March 20, 2006, 11:24:00 AM
Anyhoo - How can you sum up the TX sweat? Well, its just a small handful of days filled with heat, cactus, thorns, stickers bushes, a few snakes, hogs that are skittish (cuz like Curtis said EVERYTHING is on the foodchain here), and javies with popping jaws and more fun than you can imagine all at the same time.
I've got stories and pictures to post but I've also got 6 more hours on the road so y'all will have to wait for them.
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 11:35:00 AM
Me, JC, and Krister from Norway headed out to the back 40 to find our hidden treasure. We had to negotiate the hub of a wagon wheel that was a maze of fences and gates...some gate opened and closed in two directions......but we found the spoke we wanted to venture out to a sizable tank(TX for pond)with mixed topo features.
We crested the hill and the tank lay below to our right. Within seconds......HOGS were spotted headed toward the upper end of the dry part of the lake bed. We immediately descended and got the wind in our face and quickly closed the distance with a ground that was designed in a stalker' dream.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/terry/tx06b.jpg)
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/terry/tx06d.jpg)
We got into bow range and was just waiting for any one of the seven to give us the shot angle we wanted. BAMB!....180 degree wind change and away they went up on of the two drainages that feed the pond. We all were left with a grin on our face realizing the hunt held promise.
After a brief recognizance we decided the wind had made its final change for the day...because it was now a stiff breeze in a decisive direction....so we headed off the opposite way with more tank to explore.....
Not 5 minutes later we bump another small group of hogs and chase them through an interesting terrain feature. Imagine two small ponds with a narrow damn separating the two....now break the damn in the middle allowing the two ponds to connect. We chased these hogs out one hundred yard finger and across the break to the other hundred yard finger on the opposite side of the lake.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/terry/tx06c.jpg)
Needless to say we were pumped with all the action we'd had our 1st 45 minutes into the hunt.....what lay ahead?....anticipation is a wonderful feeling......
Post by: Guru on March 20, 2006, 11:46:00 AM
Post by: JEFFRO on March 20, 2006, 11:48:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 20, 2006, 11:55:00 AM
This is gonna be cool story time guys.... THANKS :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 12:08:00 PM
I found a higher ridge splitting these two draingages and figured that would be my best approach since it would bring me into the prime area from down wind. I took out my hand pruners and cleared a path for 75 yards or so thought the thick desert to the beginning of the lake terrain where it was much more open. I check the area and didn't see any critters so I pruned my trail a bit more on the way out. I now had a way to sneak into that watering hole nice and quiet like and check it when I felt it needed checking...........
Left View..........
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/terry/tx06f.jpg)
Right View.........
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Extreme Right View...........
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I then went to explore more of the area around the tank.
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 12:17:00 PM
A fisherman must have lost his boat.....
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/terry/tx06i.jpg)
Nice buck rub
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Post by: herb haines on March 20, 2006, 12:26:00 PM
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 01:04:00 PM
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/terry/tx06k.jpg)
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Post by: Guru on March 20, 2006, 01:15:00 PM
.....it would be great to have a thread just for the hunt.Maybe keep this one for updates.
Just a thought,cause either way I'm eating it up!!!!
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 01:29:00 PM
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 01:40:00 PM
1st bunch of TX Sweat please post your stories on the thread tittled.....
"TEXAS SWEAT 06....Tales of the Hunts...."
Thanks.......
Post by: Guru on March 20, 2006, 07:33:00 PM
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 07:38:00 PM
Post by: Terry Green on March 20, 2006, 07:41:00 PM
I hope he manages to draw his bow with two fingers....wish him well guys.
Post by: Guru on March 20, 2006, 10:06:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 21, 2006, 12:30:00 AM
Woke me right up; Sorry Curt I thought they were just having FUN and forgot us :mad:
Not so, seems that a pig got stuck, and as Curtis said the first bunch will understand.
Tracking is a B---H on these Hogs and Javies, Curtis started standing ,then bent over, then on hands and knees, then on his belly then, to a STOP all with a FLASHLIGHT :scared: :scared:
Charlie said he qulified as a "TUNNEL RAT" in SE ASIA. They will go back in the morning to see if they can find whats left...after YOTES.
Todays Body count went something like this:
BeachBowHunter.......Javie this morning
Whip had a Bore hog succumb to a sharp object.
Curtis called a yote in to about 6yds.
he also Bounced a Stone point off a javie's BEAN as he said "STONE met STONE" :readit:
To be Cont..................vance :bigsmyl:
Post by: cjones on March 21, 2006, 02:16:00 AM
Congrats Bob! Looks like there are 5 guys at the sweat that will be going back in May. They should make fine guides for the rest of us. :D
Post by: Guru on March 21, 2006, 07:08:00 AM
Thanks Vance,It was hard to go to sleep last nighT thinking Charlie forgot about us.He made me sad :( .But alas,he didn't forget us!!
Chad looks like we have a lot to look forward to!!
Post by: the Ferret on March 21, 2006, 07:17:00 AM
Post by: Terry Green on March 21, 2006, 08:10:00 AM
Wonder where Bob got them hogs......Lemme see what I can find out.
Post by: Terry Green on March 21, 2006, 08:42:00 AM
These guys are having a blast just as the 1st group, and having as much success as well. They are also finding animals in new areas. The weather must have caused the hogs to move a bit cause they've been on em pretty good and killed 3 at least.
Vincent Minnor found an arrow head on the ranch and sharpened it up....its now on the front end of an arrow and Curtis is hoping to film the arrow head taking a Javie later today.
It was really neat chatting with Curtis.....it put me right back on the ranch for a few wonderfull momments....and that boy's enthusiasm for the hunt is un-waivering.
Post by: Guru on March 21, 2006, 09:16:00 AM
These updates are great.... :thumbsup:
Hope them critters settle down a little in the next two months :campfire: :archer:
Post by: rabbitman on March 21, 2006, 10:15:00 AM
quote:
Originally posted by Guru:
Thanks T....that sounds like some place to hunt!!!
These updates are great.... :scared: Hope they save a few for us.
Post by: Terry Green on March 21, 2006, 11:33:00 AM
:thumbsup:
Post by: Terry Green on March 21, 2006, 12:30:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 21, 2006, 12:38:00 PM
Cooled down a wee bit, the boys are wearing shirts today
Everyone is at their chosen HONEY HOLE, in quest of who knows what.
No one had been back to camp so we'll just wait for a call this afternoon.
A few pass alongs:
Norbert is doing just fine the cut was on his bow hand, didn't slow him down to much he slapped a Javie yesterday morning.
Vincent Minnor saw a Hog up close yesterday. Ran rigt at him, sidestepped Vincent at 1Ft and kept on going.
(Do they have a washing mach. down there?)
They said that this bunch of hunters is much more NIGHT ACTIVE. They were Frog huntin until 12:00 or 12:30 last night
The best was what they had to say about
WHIP"S DAY AFEILD
Seems Whip was out wandering around when he came across the BODY (remains) of a rather L A R G E.. "BIG".. , laying there in the dirt Whitetail BUCK. Skull and Horns intack, so he hauled it back to camp TROPHY TIME. Later he returned to the very same spot, only this time there was a.. "BIGGER".. FRESH dropped SHED within 10ft of remains, he was sure that it had not been ther before, so back to camp with trophy #2. Going back once again, when he walked back to the remains this time there was a.. "HUGE".. BOBCAT laying right next to them. All that Plus Sticking a JAVIE .
NOT A BAD DAY WHIP :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Still more to come...................vance
Post by: Guru on March 21, 2006, 12:57:00 PM
Post by: kyle on March 21, 2006, 01:12:00 PM
Quite honestly, I'm glad I didn't have any hog encounters like that.
Post by: JC on March 21, 2006, 01:12:00 PM
Very glad to hear they are doing so well. That ranch definately is FULL of game.
Post by: Terry Green on March 21, 2006, 01:13:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 21, 2006, 01:21:00 PM
Post by: Guru on March 21, 2006, 02:40:00 PM
Post by: HARL on March 21, 2006, 08:56:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 21, 2006, 11:11:00 PM
Things down South have turned a little CHILLY. Both with sucess and temps. :(
Today was another good day for the WHIP MAN he has a Javie hanging.
There were a total of 4 Hogs and 2 Javies brought to arrows.
Of those Whip's the only one that has made it back to the MEAT POLE at last report. At 10:00 PM there were a bunch of GANGERS out on RETRIEVE :banghead:
Everyone has seen and have had stalking, but things appear to be getting a bit harder to get to take the shot.
Getting tight for TX SWEAT 06
Until the next call..................vance
Post by: Guru on March 22, 2006, 06:17:00 AM
Post by: Terry Green on March 22, 2006, 11:08:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 22, 2006, 01:45:00 PM
Now we are once again just HOURS away from some more sweet stories as the guys start getting back to REALITY :o
Charlie and Curtis are heading towards Curtis's both are still wound a wee bit TIGHT, that to will pass, when the start relaxing. They said something about getting something UN-MOLE to eat like a 3# BURGER :eek: :eek:
It may take a day or two for those two to resurface.
The morning hunt turned out real well for Mark Harris he shot and recovered a Javie able to get a couple sticks in it.
Things were pretty hetic at camp so they didn't know excatly what the final outcome would be, later posts should tell that tale.
Later Friends Keep the story juices flowing PLEASE What did ya EAT on this trip :banghead: :banghead: :banghead: ...vance
Post by: kyle on March 22, 2006, 02:33:00 PM
Some kind of chicken dish the second night
Dang good steak strips seasoned up fajita like on the last night.
Breakfast was doughnuts or pastries mainly.
Lunches were good ole white bread sandwiches we made ourselves. Good stuff and plenty of cold fluids around to replenish dehydrated bowhunters.
Post by: Terry Green on March 22, 2006, 04:59:00 PM
The 2nd bunch found some more great spots that weren't hunted by the 1st bunch....and I certainly don't doubt it. A man and his truck could get lost for days on that ranch just cruising new areas if that's what he wanted to do.
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 25, 2006, 10:40:00 PM
Guess I'd better get finished readin and start a little writin.
Almost recovered from the week's hunt and the long drive home.
Anyone want to hear a story in the morning? :D
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/rattler3.jpg)
Post by: Scott G on March 25, 2006, 11:08:00 PM
Post by: Guru on March 26, 2006, 06:07:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 26, 2006, 07:51:00 AM
It goes something like this... pack truck two weeks in advance, get on the road at least two days before I should, stop and mooch food from friends at least once a day until arrival.
The Texas sweat hunt started just like that for me this year.
Six hours down the road (I-44) from my house I stopped for the night at Travis Thomas' place.
Travis is a buddy from my warrior days in the '60's. We share a few stories or glory days, marvel at the fact that we both seem to have the same distant stare and he sends me off with well wishes and a care package.
After an early start (8 a.m early)I zipped on down into Texas were I stopped by to visit with Mike (Wingnut)Westvang and family.
Great visit there! Mike has a super nice shop where he produces his Windtalker bows.
I was given the grand tour and got to handle a few of his sweet longbows. Great bows!!
By the time I got away a had a couple of pieces of fine bamboo in the back of the truck and plans in my head for a couple of yew wood slats I've got sitting in the shop at home.
A few hours later I tucked into a motel for the night. Arrival time in Cuero, Texas and hooking up with Curtis (Littlefeather) Kellar was designed around lunch at a certain little cantina in town.
Since Curtis had to work, I was free to relax, shoot my bow and wander off into a patch of land we've come to call Sherwood Forest.
Curtis had told me that it was dry down that way and he wasn't kidding. It was very dry and every step I took sent out a crunchy warning to any animal that might have been in the area.
It was a great visit to a favorite hunting spot, but no animals were sighted.
I even tried tooting on my varmint call, but Curtis later told me he'd been hitting that place pretty hard with a call, so I wasn't surprised by lack of response from brother coyote.
Curtis and I had a little prep to do for our upcoming hunt near Laredo, but that's not worth mentioning.
I'll get on with the hunting part in a little bit.
Post by: Littlefeather on March 26, 2006, 08:08:00 AM
Post by: Guru on March 26, 2006, 06:28:00 PM
Post by: IB on March 26, 2006, 07:32:00 PM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 26, 2006, 07:35:00 PM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 26, 2006, 08:23:00 PM
Some majic key that would bring them to life, turning one dimensional paper into a window that peeked into the heart of our proposed hunting spots.
It's part of the process I guess and somehow satisfies fleetingly the desire to be there.
Finally all the prep was done and distant speculation was fading fast. We sat poised in our trucks as the electric gate slowly opened like that majic window we'd so wished for.
Tires rumbled and suspension creaked as we eased across the cattle guard and onto the ranch property.
Jerry had regailed us with tales of seeing 20 and 30 Javelina on the ride across the ranch to the camp house.
We were soon to find that those had been more than tales.
In the 4 miles from gate to camp we counted 45 Javies that sunny afternoon. WOW!!
This was gonna be way cool!
I know Curtis loves hunting Javelina and I've developed a passion for it myself. We were fit to be tied.
You see we couldn't hunt until the Texas Sweat officially started... the following day. Poop!
We'd sure keep busy in the mean time though. There were map features to turn into reality, game numbers and concentrations to be noted and of course a bunny or two to slay.
I guess as south Texas ranches go, this one was the spittin image of every other ranch down that way.
Miles and miles of rolling hills covered with prickly pear and mesquite cut through with senderos and barbed wire fences.
But that's where the similarity ended. I'd never seen a ranch with as much javelina sign as we'd seen. There tracks were everywhere.
Not just the places you'd expect them... I mean everywhere!
We barely knew where to begin and in that respect we were fortunate to have Jerry there to place a finger on the map in key spots that he'd noted in his travels.
Matter of fact, he took us for a quick spin around the ranch (only barely scratching the surface of this 12,000 acre spread) and it became apparent that there were no "hot spots".
You could literally go anywhere and expect to find game.... and we did.
After Jerry left us to our own devices, we quickly set up our two tents behind the camp house and readied our bows for a trip to the brush and some bunny bustin.
While I'd seen ranches where the bunnies were thicker, I wasn't disappointed in the opportunities we found.
As usual the cottontails were tiny compared to my own midwestern (eastern cottontail) bunnies. They proved to be tough as nails too.
That seemed to be a common factor with all the game we saw while there. They were all wired for sound and gave in to well placed arrows only grudgingly.
At the end of our first trip into the brush we came back to camp with a dozen bunnies between us.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/TXS06bunny2.jpg)
Along toward dark we'd scouted more than enough places to put the arriving hunters so we eased back toward the camphouse and a bite to eat.
With a large lake behind camp to temp us we lazed around until dark and then took our flashlights and bows down to the waters edge.
We figured there had to be frogs and we sure weren't wrong. In half an hour we'd sacked up a couple of messes and retreated to camp to relax and await a new day.
Post by: Guru on March 26, 2006, 09:45:00 PM
Post by: Terry Green on March 27, 2006, 08:20:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 27, 2006, 09:24:00 AM
It was dry down there. Damn dry! Like in no rain for six months.
But even though the parched earth begged for moisture, spring was still beginning to bloom.
It was as if mesquite and black brush had their roots deep into the the earths core. Like the animals that lived here, the plant life too was tenacious, even defiant.
Most everything that was really green turned out to be the mesquite and of course the whole country was studded with the pastel greens of prickly pear cactus which was just now showing the first signs of blooming.
The tiny dark green buds of the "pear" showing no hint of the luscious translucent red fruit that they would morf into later.
Curtis and I cruised more roads looking for sign, barely taking time to stop to look at the the small pods of javies we seemed to be forever bumping into.
At one stop for a brief bunny chasing episode we had a chance incounter with a large bobcat.
How we missed him sitting at the intersection of two senderos, I'll never no.
You'd think even a master of camoflage like the bobcat would have stuck out like a sore thumb in that barren location.
The fact is that I didn't spot him until he was moving casually toward the cover of cactus and blackbrush.
With no perceived hurry the cat stepped from the open into the fringe of cover along the sendero and as if stepping through a shimmering time warp portal, simply disappeared.
Time went by all too fast that morning. We brought a couple more rabbits to bag, briefly talked of the sign we'd seen and the places we'd send people and then we were off to meet the gang.
Post by: JC on March 27, 2006, 09:46:00 AM
Post by: Shaun on March 27, 2006, 09:48:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 27, 2006, 02:54:00 PM
Soon on the ranch and with amenities taken care of, some map orientation of hot spots and good luck wishes we all set off to hunt.
I led Ben Moffitt and Kyle to a section of the main ranch road that had been crawling with javelina. A few brief thoughts shared and then I was off to a section by my self.
Most of the afternoon I sat watching and playing with javie stalks.
Seems I was a little rusty in the "sneaky" department and was making every mistake in the book.
Fortuately in this kind of hunting, just when you think you've blown it for the last time and you'll never see another javie in this spot... another would show up and the game would be on again.
The very first javie I got on was a worthy old boy.
Bigger by far than the rest of the sounder, I'd spotted him back in the edge of some scattered prickly pear patches.
I'd set myself up behind cover just ahead of the cruising "stinkalina" behind a heavy screen of brush and cactus.
As he walked out into my shooting lane I finished the last 2 inches of my draw and sent "Herb" the 2" wide Simmons Tree Shark toward the mark.
In that instant in time, when success hangs on the gossimer thread of fate and all things move in fast forward, the arrow glanced wildly up and over the brush, the javelina whirled and disappeared and the "thrum" of the bowstring was just a memory in the air, pulsing in my ear like my heart beat.
Ask me what happened for sure? I don't have a clue!
I did it all that afternoon. That is I messed up stalks with every conceivable foul up that a guy can experience. Sight, sound and smell all played into the game.
Finally, as the sun slid slowly below the horizon, I slid slowly behind the steering wheel of my truck and headed down the sendero toward camp.
For years I'd been wanting to see a bonafide big south Texas rattler but so far had never run across one... some will say that's a good thing. I just wanted to see one and got my chance that night.
Stretched out like a rake handle (that was as thick as my forearm) was a diamond back to more than satisfy my itch.
Somehow I was no longer as comfortable and secure in the cab of my truck as I had been a minute before. I felt an urge to roll up the windows and mover on, but I pulled the truck to a stop and grabbed my bow.
I stalked the big snake as you would a canny critter. I didn't want my approach to scare him off into heavy cover.
As it turned out he was in no hurry and after thinking about it I could understand why. He had nothing to fear in that brush except maybe a pig... he sure wasn't afraid of me
I approached within about 10 feet of the six footer. He slowly drew his body into a taught S curve as he sensed my approach.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock... I respect that!
As his head rose slowly above the line of his body I came to full draw and sent a blunt crashing into his brain. Simple as that.
I took his picture in death and saved the carcass to be skinned for future use.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/rattler2.jpg)
After removing and burying the head, I closed the "stump" end in my tail gate to keep him from bleeding all over my truck bed. The body coiled and writed a little and lay still.
Happy to have fulfilled a wish I hopped in the truck and headed toward camp and supper once more.
About the time I approached the area I had left Ben and Kyle I spotted them standing beside the road as if waiting for me.
A quick question and they were spinning tales of stalks and shots and other exciting stuff. The boys were pumped! They'd been into the javies big time.
While we stood beside the truck I glanced down the road to see a Javelina feeding in the gloom a mere 30 yards from us.
It was pretty dark and the guys were tuckered out (their drive had been long and nonstop and they'd yet to rest) so the little pig was left to his dining.
Without thinking I told the guys I'd give them a lift to their truck... "just jump in the back guys".... I'd forgotten my other passenger!
Well, let me say there was a flurry of activity around the truck as Ben slung his daypack over the tail gate and set it squarely on the front end of that dead rattler... which squirmed around real good for effect.
Hell, it scared the crap out of me... and I knew it was in there.
I can't speak for Ben and Kyle, but to their credit they didn't jump on me and pummel me to a bloody pulp for the start they'd been given.... which would have been my inclination!
They never did look at me the same after that! :D
We got on into camp where a fine mexican dinner was waiting. We band of rogues shared all of our adventures in the round at the round table in the grand hall that night.
A finer bunch of ruffians you never saw, feasting like knights of the grail and regaling each other into the night with tales conquest, adventure and defeat.
Post by: JC on March 27, 2006, 03:05:00 PM
(though I'm a little surprised he hasn't taken the rest of the week to get this far)
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Post by: IB on March 27, 2006, 03:34:00 PM
Post by: Whip on March 27, 2006, 03:52:00 PM
Post by: Littlefeather on March 27, 2006, 05:30:00 PM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 27, 2006, 08:46:00 PM
Seems like you could count on seeing coyotes every day... and I don't mean just one or two.
I'd bet that on average I saw a half dozen every day. It sure made you think about having to leave any game in the field for any length of time.
I took advantage of the type of hunting we were doing and the varmint call I always have in my pocket to call 6 coyotes while on the ranch.
I shot at the first one as he turned to go into heavy brush when he made me at 30 yards. Close, but a clean arrow and unscratched dog moving faster into the scrub.
The others either saw me at a distance....coyotes see the human form VERY well... or winded me.
I'd usually play this little game early in the morning before the javie action really got going.
After the day warmed up a little I'd get more serious about finding javies... and find them I did.
There are a couple ways to get on a javie to shoot at in south Texas.
Probably the best is to get ahead of them when they are moving and let them work to you. That's a time proven method for anything.
The next is a simple slow stalk, using available cover and playing the wind.
I much prefer the adrenaline rush I get from moving to the animal instead of having it move to me.
I know I can screw it up at any time with a miss step that snaps a twig, or by letting my clothes brush against limbs and such.
I guess it makes me work harder and I like that.
I think it was the second day of the hunt when Curtis and I got together for a short cruise.
It was late morning and the other hunters were trickling into camp for breakfast and a cup of coffee.
We said our "see ya's" and took off down the north sendero leaving camp.
It kind of runs up a bottom for a way and then curves uphill and runs down a long, wide ridge.
As we came around the last curve Curtis spotted javies in the brush. Continuing past the spot, I dropped from the truck with bow and quiver in hand.
Javie are notorious for startling at an approaching truck and running off just out of sight.
After a short wait they'll often return to the spot you last saw them.
This was what I was counting on.
I had a good wind in my face. Good enough that the sound the wind made in the brush helped cover sounds of my movement.
Constantly scanning the brush, "back in there", I moved slowly toward where I thought they'd been.
Suddenly there was a flash of something black back in the brush and cactus. A second later a javelina squirted across a small opening trotting in the direction I'd come from.
I tracked the javie with my bow, swiveling slowly to keep pace with the moving critter, hoping it would at least angle closer.
It was in much too heavy brush for any kind of shot and I'd decided to wait for a very close shot or none at this point.
As the javie moved out of the realm of me getting a shot I glanced around to see where the others might be... they are seldom alone!
I saw nothing, but in the second or two I had my head turned the original javelina came trotting into veiw retracing the path it had just come down.
Again I tracked the little musk hog with my bow and positioned myself for any opportunity to shoot.
I'd convinced myself that the javie would pass through the brush without offering a shot when it made a right angle turn and was headed straight at me.
Suddenly I had a javelina at 10 yards and closing fast.
I knew that it might stop when it saw me and turn enough to offer a clear shot at it's vitals, so I stood ready.
At 12 feet the little critter stopped and gave me "the stare". Anything could happen at this point and I knew it... more than likely I would be all alone in the cactus, all of a sudden.
I had a slightly quartering on shot into the javies shoulder and figured I could pin point the shot at that distance.
I pumped my 67# longbow to anchor and let the arrow slip.
As quick as thought the javie jerked it's head... into the path of the Interceptor shod aluminum shaft.
CRACK!!!
The javelina reeled back from the force of the broadhead driving it's length into it's forehead.
It crashed to the right and went down, then crashed to it's left.
That's about the time a second Interceptor flashed through it's chest. It was over that quickly.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/Javiemesit.jpg)
Without a lot of fanfare I picked up my diminuative quarry and walked out to the road.
Curtis was tickled pink when he saw my javie. It had all worked so well. We were back in camp with it less than fifteen minutes after we'd left.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/Javiemeandcurtis.jpg)
Post by: Huntrdfk on March 27, 2006, 08:56:00 PM
David
Post by: Whip on March 27, 2006, 10:26:00 PM
Great story Charlie. I looked at that thing hanging in the cooler every day, in fact I even have a picture of it, but I never heard the story behind it.
Post by: Guru on March 27, 2006, 11:01:00 PM
Post by: kyle on March 28, 2006, 03:17:00 AM
Kyle
Post by: Brian Halbleib on March 28, 2006, 04:07:00 AM
-Brian
www.bowyersjournal.com (http://www.bowyersjournal.com)
Post by: JC on March 28, 2006, 07:32:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 28, 2006, 08:01:00 AM
And yes, there will be more. Soon as the coffee kicks in.
Post by: RayMO on March 28, 2006, 08:05:00 AM
Anyway, I am enjoying the heck out of this..
Thanks
RayMO
Post by: IB on March 28, 2006, 08:50:00 AM
Top Shelf as always
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 28, 2006, 08:55:00 AM
Next installment coming before 9 a.m my time.
Post by: Terry Green on March 28, 2006, 09:05:00 AM
Post by: OH at work on March 28, 2006, 09:11:00 AM
Joe
Post by: TexMex on March 28, 2006, 09:41:00 AM
Post by: Roughcountry on March 28, 2006, 10:02:00 AM
Waitin for the rest of the story Mr Charlie :thumbsup:
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 28, 2006, 10:09:00 AM
Being the resident hog killer, Curtis went right to trying to find a big porker to arrow, but for the rest of us, hog hunting would be incidental to the javie hunting.
That mindset would change... in a very short period of time.
From the beginning, Curtis was seeing hogs. For that matter, anyone who was hunting near water was too.
Remember how I said the area hadn't had rain in six months? Well, that made the ponds on the ranch magnets to all the game on the ranch.
Of course javies can do fine with only the water they get from prickly pear, but hogs need more.
Some of the guys had been seeing hogs in the road at last light and even more along the roads and senderos leading back to camp.
It would turn out that this ranch would also be a super place for hogs. Not just any hogs either! Seems that the light pressure on the hog population had allowed them to gain enough age to get BIG!
I hadn't been having much luck seeing hogs, but the javies had kept me busy enough.
One day, as Curtis and I talked about what we'd been seeing (he and I went off in different directions from the beginning).
I'd been frustrated pretty good by the javies at that point and CK suggested I take a break and go for a hog.
Seems he had a spot he'd been watching that had a nice one visiting it as well as javies and smaller hogs.
I knew Curtis wanted a good hog on this trip and I felt a little bad about taking on one of his spots after the work and time I knew he'd put into it.
But Curtis was getting the wanderlust and wanted to be off somewhere else hunting new country. I was the same way and gratefully accepted his offer.
CK had been watching a pond he'd found early in the trip.
You can get on a high point in that country (if there is one) and look for the ponds. They'll be trees growing in a group, that are taller and greener than all the surronding country.
Most usually there will be a sendero or trail from a sendero that leads to them.
The pond that CK had found was quite a ways off the main road, but with a good sendero that lead all the way to it.
I parked the Toyota under a big mesquite along the main road, shouldered my pack, slung my quiver over my shoulder and strung my longbow.
It was a short quarter mile to the pond and as I came within sight of it I slowed my pace.
If full the pond would have been a hundred yards across at the widest, but the drought had drawn it down to twenty yards across... actual water surface area. It basically sat in the middle of a big clearing.
My approach brought me up behind the pond dam and I surveyed every inch of the old pond bed for a hog or javie. It was barren.
I strolled up onto the dam and figured the best approach to a snag across the pond where Curtis had suggested I stand.
The dam was lined (on the water side) by mesquite and low brush. As I walked long this cover there was suddenly a scurrying in the brush, a flurry of dark moving bodies behind the low screen of greenery.
1, 2, 3, 4, javelina broke into a run moving parallel to the top of the pond dam and away from me.
At ten yards they turned up and crossed over the dam... I was still groping for an arrow and only just got it on the string as the last javie trotted over the berm and out of site.
POOP!!!
Ever get to thinkin you're the baddest thing in the woods and then get left flat footed and ineffectual?
Even as the sudden low settled on my still racing brain, there was another stirring in the brush.
A lone javie, bigger than the others, walked quickly out of the brush exactly where the others had.
He seemed more confused than upset and he moved quickly along the path of his departed pals.
I had no shot into the brush so I readied the bow to take the shot as he turned up out of the brush and across the top of the pond bank.
It all happened in a twinkling. The javie trotted through a 5 foot opening in front of me, I drew the bow to anchor, swung with him as I was doing that and released the arrow just before he went behind a wall of brush.
My timing was off! The arrow would have met the javies lung area perfectly except that a small mesquite at the very edge of his cover deflected the big Simmons head.
The Interceptor sliced a nice chunk out of the mesquite and deflected completely behind the javie. A clean miss and outragiously exciting encounter.
Post by: Guru on March 28, 2006, 11:34:00 AM
Post by: Littlefeather on March 28, 2006, 12:03:00 PM
Post by: Jumper on March 28, 2006, 01:44:00 PM
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The first group before the group photo.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/Scott6231/Davesjavi.jpg)
Dave's first javi on the hunt. He tagged out on javi's. Take a look at those tusks will ya!
I'll post more pictures as he sends them.
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 28, 2006, 02:53:00 PM
Turning on my heel I covered the short distance to the snag I could clearly see on the other side of the pond.
The wind was right for it and settled in there for the afternoon.
I hardly had time to daydream when I caught sight of more javies headed toward the pond. They came single file till within a few yards of bare dirt and then spread out onto the pan.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/waterholejavie.jpg)
While my little friends provided a great chance to study them, they never presented me with a decent shot, so I spent the rest of the afternoon watching and hoping.
As long shadows krept across the pond and daylight turned gray with the approaching night, I resigned myself to the fact that it was over.
The javelina had long since quit the playing field and except for a distant pack of coyotes it was quiet.
I removed my arrow from the bow which had stood ready in front of me and placed it in my quiver.
I picked up my daypack and sat it on my lap to put away water bottle the sharpening kit I'd used to freshen the edge of my arrow.
In the middle of these preparations I looked up.
Trotting past me at 10 yards was a very nice boar hog. He'd come down the dry wash to my right and ran right up to the water and waded in.
He took a drink but wasted little time in the water. Soon he was out and had layed down in a muddy depression to wallow.
Talk about your muddy depressions!!While that was happening I was trying to set down my daypack quietly and get my hands on bow and an arrow which fought coming out of the quiver.
The hog, a rangy black cuss, stood up with a thick coat of fresh gray mud dripping from coarse hair and moved back in the direction he'd entered from.
I had my bow up and arrow strung waiting till he had walked past me.
What happpened next will puzzle me for a long time.
I held low on his side and tight against the front leg when his head swung away from me. The arrow was in him as fast as thought, but as he ran I could see it appeared to be at an odd angle and quite a bit of it sticking out on the entry side.
A second later I heard a stick crack back in the tangle and then silence.
Without venturing toward the exit place of the hog I eased back to my truck and headed on in to camp.
The place was fairly abuzz wit activity. Some guys were getting lights ready for tracking and others were preparing to go into town to meet the new group of hunters.
It seemed that I'd be going back for my hog alone.
Not something I looked forward to as I knew at the very least I'd throw my back out trying to wrestle that hunk of pork into the truck bed.
It turns out that my good buddy Joe Coots was in between appointments and I approached him about going along with me.
Joe seemed tickled to help. He's like that, ya know.
Before long we found ourselves, along with a couple of strong lights, standing beside the snag near the pond.
It was Joe who spotted first blood and I'm not sure I'd have found it at all if he hadn't pointed it out.
It looked really good from the amount and spray pattern on the ground.
The dry earth had sucked all the moisture out of the blood drops and all the red too. It was merely some indistinct brown spots on the dry pond bed.
But there was a pattern to the splatter. About every 6 feet there was another shotgun pattern of blood drops.
We'd barely covered 50 yards when I spotted the dead hog in the brush ahead.
Soon we were shaking hands over my trophy.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/JCmeandhog.jpg)
Close inspection of the wound showed the broadhead had entered the neck at the point of the shoulder. Must have caught something pretty vital in there... as you can see from the picture.
I would have chosen a different broadhead for the job had there been time. As it was I came out of the quiver with one of my favored Magnus I's w/bleeder.
He had a huge old X on his neck.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/longbowhog.jpg)
It took both of us to get that hog in the truck. Whew! Glad Joe is pretty stout.
Back at camp we scaled the hog at 170 pounds.
Post by: David M. Mathis on March 28, 2006, 03:02:00 PM
Post by: JC on March 28, 2006, 03:11:00 PM
That dry Texas dirt sure can play tricks with blood...just doesn't look the same on the ground as our lush-by-comparison more eastern hunting areas. But dad-gum if where that hog lay there wasn't enough blood to power a small hydraulic project....when it finally chose to lay down, the ol feller pulled the cork!
The memory and pics are forever etched into a special place in my heart.
Only bad part about the whole thing was Kyle didn't get to see firsthand when the cook's wife squealed with glee while inspecting the hog in the cooler.....the world needs more women like that I tell ya! :readit:
Post by: OH at work on March 28, 2006, 03:32:00 PM
Joe
Post by: IB on March 28, 2006, 03:48:00 PM
Now iffen he just talks a LITTLE BIT about F O O D :banghead: :banghead:
Post by: the Ferret on March 28, 2006, 03:55:00 PM
Neat hog, good cutters.
Post by: rabbitman on March 28, 2006, 03:55:00 PM
Post by: David M. Mathis on March 28, 2006, 03:55:00 PM
Post by: Guru on March 28, 2006, 06:28:00 PM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 28, 2006, 08:29:00 PM
Thanks for staying tuned. :notworthy:
Post by: Huntrdfk on March 28, 2006, 08:45:00 PM
David
Post by: cjones on March 29, 2006, 12:01:00 AM
Post by: Glenn Newell on March 29, 2006, 06:38:00 AM
Post by: Littlefeather on March 29, 2006, 07:17:00 AM
Glen N, are you referring to Charlie or the hog when you say "old and rank"? :bigsmyl:
I think Charlies better half was talking about brine soaking some hams on that hog.
Post by: RayMO on March 29, 2006, 07:41:00 AM
Love the story Charlie I just have to tag a long one of these years.
Keep it coming.
RayMO
Post by: Night Wing on March 29, 2006, 07:46:00 AM
Post by: Terry Green on March 29, 2006, 08:05:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 29, 2006, 08:12:00 AM
Nighthawk... with this years "Sweat" still ringing in our ears, it's hard to think ahead as far as next year.
Keep an eye on Trad Gang. You'll see the first notice of it here.
Post by: Whip on March 29, 2006, 08:13:00 AM
Post by: JC on March 29, 2006, 08:19:00 AM
Post by: tmccall on March 29, 2006, 08:51:00 AM
Post by: RayMO on March 29, 2006, 09:05:00 AM
One of our favorite ways to eat hog is simply take a whole back leg (I guess this assumes it is not too big, 100 pounder is about perfect). Wrap it up in aluminum, push it to the side of a webber. Bank the coals on the opposite side with wood chips and cook very slow. After 4 hours or so start pulling the pork...man is that some good eats.
And it makes the butchering job easy also.
Post by: Shaun on March 29, 2006, 09:28:00 AM
Post by: Littlefeather on March 29, 2006, 09:28:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 29, 2006, 09:34:00 AM
Post by: IB on March 29, 2006, 12:22:00 PM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 29, 2006, 12:33:00 PM
One evening while returning to camp I rounded the last corner in the sendero and immediately spotted four black shapes a couple hundred yards away.
I wasn’t sure if they were Javies or hogs... I kinda figured Javies since my mind was programmed that way from the afternoon’s hunt.
The truck was quickly put in reverse and backed quickly around the corner out of sight.
With the wind blowing from the critters to me I had soon slung my quiver over my back and strung my longbow and was straddling the barbed wire fence that ran parallel to my quarry.
The brush was pretty open along there and I knew it. I made good time to a place within 20 yards of the point where I’d last seen them... but they were gone.
Looking farther down the sendero I spotted them feeding away from me. It didn’t seem likely that I’d close the distance on what I could clearly see was four, one hundred pound hogs.
Since there was nothing to lose by trying, I moved quickly toward the moving hogs.
When I thought I’d closed the gap by half I eased out to the fence for a peek. I expected they would have long gone away.
What I saw was the whole mod feeding at a trot in my direction... and close at that!
I slid into a kneeling position next to and a little behind a big prickly pear clump. My bow arm instinctively pushing the arrow toward where the shot would be taken.
In the time it takes to tell, the first pig stopped short of my shooting lane, then just as quickly squirted across the opening and stopped again. No shot!
I couldn’t afford to be distracted by this hog. Unless he fed back into the open, the opportunity was lost and the others had to be coming close behind.... and they did.
The first hog had barely escaped my grasp when the second trotted squarely into my shooting lane and stopped at 10 yards.
The longbow flowed into it’s long arc and the arrow flowed across my index finger. The shot was a forgone conclusion as I reached anchor and the yellow fletched shaft jumped toward the hogs shoulder.
The shaft showed deep in the hogs side for a moment and there was a startled grunt from the hog. Then he and his buds disappeared into the brush.
A moment later I could hear brush snapping about 50 yards into the brush. It lasted quite a while and then the still of the Texas night was on me.
It started to get dark shortly after that and I can remember being uneasy as I approached the truck.
It had gotten dark enough that I couldn’t see the ground clearly now and without a light I didn’t want to think about the things I might step on.
Post by: Whip on March 29, 2006, 01:39:00 PM
Post by: Firstarrow on March 29, 2006, 01:58:00 PM
:bigsmyl:
Post by: Littlefeather on March 29, 2006, 02:19:00 PM
Did I mention the fleas and ticks and snakes and hogs and Brrrrrr! :scared:
Post by: Guru on March 29, 2006, 02:24:00 PM
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Post by: beachbowhunter on March 29, 2006, 02:32:00 PM
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Post by: Littlefeather on March 29, 2006, 03:08:00 PM
Post by: David M. Mathis on March 29, 2006, 03:38:00 PM
Post by: Shaun on March 29, 2006, 04:37:00 PM
Post by: Whip on March 29, 2006, 06:18:00 PM
Some were ticks, but others have appeared in clusters in the oddest places! :scared:
Post by: Littlefeather on March 29, 2006, 07:15:00 PM
I'm amazed at how many guys fell victim to Blister Beatles. I'd like to take a count of how many guys got blisters or burned like areas? Weird! CK
Post by: beachbowhunter on March 29, 2006, 07:39:00 PM
Poor Leo, he looked like someone had branded his eye with a hot poker.
Post by: Littlefeather on March 29, 2006, 08:08:00 PM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 29, 2006, 08:22:00 PM
I don't remember what all was going on at the time. But it was busy as usual at dark.
With forty five minutes since I'd shot the hog, Jerry G. and the ranch owner Pete, go me to go looking for the hog.
I'd scratched a big arrow in the dirt of the sendero to help me orient to the spot I'd last heard the commotion and the general direction the hog had run.
We started Jerry's dog, Banjo in the area of the hit and he was soon off in the brush. As we tried to enter the cover it was obvious the job would be a tough one. It was a veritable wall of thorns and cactus.
I made it in about 10 yards and felt lucky to have gotten back out with all my hide in tact. We'd wait for the dog to do his work.
Eventually the dog quit and so did we.
Back at camp Curtis showed up and figured he could find the hog. The coyotes were carrying on back in the area where I thought the hog was. Sounded like a small pack was having my pig for supper. I wasn't real positive we'd find anything back there, but what the heck, Curtis is a good tracker. I mentioned that it was pretty thick, but the comment was passed off.
Shaun Webb joined us for the little foray and we soon pulled up to the spot where I'd shot the hog. I explained again the direction I'd heard the brush cracking in.
Soon Shaun and Curtis were in the thick of the "the wall". As Curtis would later describe it, he walked, then crawled on his knees and then had to get down on his belly to low crawl through the thicket.
I stayed at the point where the shot was made and directed the searchers by sound. I'll give the guys credit for that search. It's the nastiest thickest stuff on the entire ranch and they went into it looking for my hog. That's giving folks.
Along with the intense tangle of thorns, spikes and spines, the guys also found that it was pig heaven back in there... complete with ticks and fleas galore... not to mention the possibility of running into Mr. No Shoulders up close and personal.
I declared that section of sendero off limits for my purposes from then on.
As the days passed, I teamed up with old friend Mark Harris. He'd passed on some Javies the first day due to shot angle and we were trying a new area.
Curtis had been seeing a lot of Javies along a certain sendero (I think he counted 35 one night) and we agreed it would be a good place for Mark and his Double Bull blind and plenty of room and oportunity for me as well.
In the closing minutes of the second day, Mark closed the deal on a nice Javie.
Sensing something odd at the blind site, the Javie had crossed the fence and was passing Mark at near 20 yards.
Mark's always been a good hand with the bow and he put it on that Javie.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/markharriswjavie.jpg)
Post by: Terry Green on March 29, 2006, 09:19:00 PM
See you guys in the morning :)
Post by: Guru on March 30, 2006, 06:48:00 AM
Quote
Originally posted by Charlie Lamb:I guess he did,good shootin' Mark!!!!
Mark's always been a good hand with the bow and he put it on that Javie.
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/charlie/markharriswjavie.jpg)
Post by: RayMO on March 30, 2006, 07:43:00 AM
Post by: JC on March 30, 2006, 07:59:00 AM
Post by: Terry Green on March 30, 2006, 08:39:00 AM
Charlie.....I'm going downstairs to fetch another mug of java......have something for me when I get back eh? ;)
Post by: hunt it on March 30, 2006, 09:13:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 30, 2006, 09:46:00 AM
As far as I know, nobody had been back into this place yet. Tracks made by cruising trucks had stopped back at the point where this sendero met the main one. I'd parked the truck there.
There were low concrete tanks at the point that the sendero made another right angle turn and I focused my attention on them as I moved quietly through the bend.
It was a good place for a cottontail and a hog or Javie too. One last rabbit would be a nice touch. A parting shot as it were. But I saw no rabbits and the hogs and Javies were absent as well.
It kind of fit my mood. I'd become part of this hostile and game rich country during the days I'd hunted here.
I'd left foot prints in many hidden spots. Even followed those prints a couple of times to help orient out of a particularly featureless and thick area.
Often my tracks lay on top of hog or deer or Javie tracks and other times they lay under tracks of coyote and snake. Just part of the local traffic I guess.
In time the animals tracks would cover mine and no sign of my passing would exist. It's the way of the world and the way of the south Texas brush country... I accept that.
After a while I retraced steps that had carried me far past the tanks. I'd seen nothing.
As I rounded the bend by the tanks, I glanced off into the brush on the other side of the road and saw what appeared to be piled dirt. Hmmmm. I hadn't noticed that when I came through there earlier. I turned into the brush toward it.
Within 60 yards the brush opened to disclose a small pond. The " piled dirt" I'd seen was the pond dam.
Standing there in the brush on the edge of the pond clearing I took in the sights around me.
It showed obvious signs of heavy use.
Low on the sides of most of the trees was a uniform band of gray... dried mud from the pond.
Large cavities in the mud by the waters edge showed the impression of large bodies.
I'd found the blunt tracks of hogs out in the sendero... this was a hog place. From the looks of things, a very good hog place.
Since I already had the wind advantage on the spot and there was a handy place to carve out a little niche for hiding, I prepared to watch for a while.
Pehaps it was just too late in the morning for hog activity, except for a couple of extremely large doves that sat back in the edge of the brush and made brief flights to the waters edge, the site was empty.
At one point I thought I heard hog squeals back in the brush upwind and across the opening, but I couldn't be sure. The sound had been very brief and muffled by the scrub and a steady north wind.
I concentrated hard on seeing and smelling and hearing all that went on around me. When I walked away from this pond it would be to leave the ranch and head north. I wanted to wring every last ounce of experience out of the country.
Being there was good enough and I realized it didn't really matter if I saw another hog or Javie.
I'd had my chances. Had my successes and failures. Shot my bow with the unerring accuracy of Robin Hood and with the dismal effect of someone from the hood. I'd laughed with friends, ate well and slept like I had no sins.
In the middle of my revery a small form materialized through the mesquite screen to my right. A large coyote trotted down to the pond within 15 yards of me. It gave no hint that it was aware of my presense and I raised my bow to prepare for a possible encounter.
As the dog circled the pond away from me, I could see that it favored it's right rear foot. Undoubtedly problems associated with cactus or something like it. I felt a little sorry for him.
A light squeek with my lips and the dog's ears perked up. Almost in the same motion he turned and trotted toward me.
I knew where I was going to have to take the shot if the coyote came that far. I shifted the bow ever so slightly to that spot and the show was over. The coyote caught the movement and was instantly trotting away. Brush prevented a shot.
Well, that was certainly cool. A very close "almost" with a coyote. With coyotes you have to learn to be happy with the "almosts".
I thought about getting up and leaving at that point. The morning was closing in on the time when I had to leave the ranch and it was sure a good enough final experience... I lingered a while longer.
Closing another chapter in the Texas Sweat would be a bittersweet affair. Friends had become brothers on this trip and brothers even closer in the bonds that tie us. I'd miss them and I'd miss this place in time. Within minutes it would be a memory.
Another coyote ran down to the water in front of me. It was almost as if the brush was trying to hold me there. Bidding me to stay and play. Tempting me with delights I could not resist. I got back in the game.
The coyote was much closer than the first had been and my bow ready. If the coyote continued, he'd pass my best shooting window through the brush.
He drank for a few seconds and turned to go around the pond... directly away from me.
As he presented his back side I started a slow draw. I couldn't see his eyes and I knew he couldn't see me.
When the string was within a couple of inches of my anchor, he suddenly turned to his right, making him broadside.
I had to swing the bow slightly to the right to adjust for this new position and when I did he saw the movement.
The arrow was already in flight as the big dog started to react to the shot. For a moment all was a blurr of movement.
The white fletched shafts blazed through the morning light toward the coyote, a blinding bright beam from bow to coyote. Perfectly shot!
It appeared in my own weird, time warp, perception of the incident, that at one point the coyote was doing cartwheels around my arrow. It flew perfectly through the space he left around it.
I don't know for a fact, but it also looked like the coyote passed the arrow as it careened off hard packed earth and skittered across the dry pond dirt.
The last I saw of him, he was lined out and topping the pond bank in high gear. It's my last hunting memory from that hunt. One final Kodachrome in my mind.
Click!
A white fletched arrow laying spent in the gray dust as a coyote bounds through waxy green prickly pear and the pastel emerald of the awakening mesquite.
It's a picture I'll see whenever I think of Texas Sweat 06.
Post by: JC on March 30, 2006, 09:51:00 AM
"Being there was good enough...." with your permission...my new signature line.
Post by: IB on March 30, 2006, 10:21:00 AM
Charlie and ALL THE SWEATERS THANK YOU :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :notworthy: :notworthy:
With your stories and photos, you were able to include all of us less fortunate in those MOMENTS of time. Allowing all the oppertunity to get to know you all a WEE BIT better.
HOPE THE TALES AIN'T OVER :eek: :eek: :mad:
THANK YOU ALL...............vance
Post by: Shaun on March 30, 2006, 11:08:00 AM
Post by: Whip on March 30, 2006, 12:00:00 PM
Post by: kyle on March 30, 2006, 12:47:00 PM
Post by: Guru on March 30, 2006, 12:48:00 PM
:notworthy: :notworthy:
Thanks Bud
Post by: tippit on March 30, 2006, 07:38:00 PM
Post by: Terry Green on March 31, 2006, 07:32:00 AM
(http://www.tradgang.com/upload/terry/tx06sundown.jpg)
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 31, 2006, 07:45:00 AM
"If a story gets told in a forest and there is no one to hear it...does it make a noise?" :D ;)
Post by: tmccall on March 31, 2006, 08:26:00 AM
Post by: kyle on March 31, 2006, 08:36:00 AM
Post by: Charlie Lamb on March 31, 2006, 08:41:00 AM
Post by: CJ5 on March 31, 2006, 08:48:00 AM
Post by: Irish on March 31, 2006, 09:57:00 AM
Post by: Doug Campbell on March 31, 2006, 11:08:00 AM
Post by: rabbitman on March 31, 2006, 11:53:00 AM
Post by: Gary Kellar on April 01, 2006, 03:34:00 PM
I'd like to tell everyone that made the trip how much I enjoyed getting to know each of you. And for those of you patient enough to allow me to tag along and take video of your experience I'd like to offer a special Thank You! I only wish I could have taken some video of everyone, but three days just ain't enough. Each of you are special in your commitment and passion for the sport and I respect you tremendously.
A special Thank You to Shawn Webb of Iowa for allowing me to capture "The Crawl" on film. It's made for a great deal of entertaining viewing for myself and friends!
Picture of a genuine artifact found by Curtis
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS097s.jpg)
Ken from Alaska proves there's more on the ranch that Javy's and Hogs
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS050ES.jpg)
Took this picture one night of Dave Stinson of Ontario and his thirsty Javy.
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS015s.jpg)
Joe Coots of Georgia waiting on the next candidate.
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS017cs.jpg)
Post by: Gary Kellar on April 01, 2006, 03:41:00 PM
Bob Walker with four critters and a hummer. Two Bunnies and two Hogs.
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS075cs.jpg)
Curtis with a Javelina. The video of this hunt is soon to air on a local outdoor TV show.
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS090cs.jpg)
Norbert of California with one of his two Javy's.
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS066cs.jpg)
The walk-in cooler loaded with fresh Javy's.
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS046cs.jpg)
Curtis skinning a nice Rattlesnake. One of many taken during the hunt.
(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b158/gkellar/TxS008cs.jpg)
Post by: kyle on April 01, 2006, 03:43:00 PM
Post by: MikeW on April 30, 2006, 07:03:00 PM
Terry,
Nice hat! I was trying to come up with something smart ass to say about it but I bet you've heard them all already.
:D