You're right, the last morning was slow as far as game movement goes. Some in the group were able to see some, but nothing down by us.
The temperature was downright cool that morning! I would guess the javies were all huddled up under a pile of brush somewhere and wouldn't be out until the sun warmed things a bit.
Since we needed to quit hunting by nine in order to be back at camp to start packing up, we didn't have time to wait for the warmth. But it was a great opportunity to sit back and watch a beautiful day arrive, catch up on the field notes about the hunt, and just enjoy being there.
I've said it before, but what made the hunt for me was the people that I had the honor of spending it with. A diverse group, to be sure, and I am so happy to have been a part of it.
I know from past hunts that it is never possible to go back and do the exact same hunt over again. As hard as you try, it is never quite the same. Life will get in the way for some, the ranch won't be all new again - somehow it can never be duplicated exactly. But that is OK, because this hunt was special in so many ways and should remain unique in our minds.
One way or another though, at some place and time, I do hope to share another camp with each and every one of the crew. Be it another Texas Sweat, on top of a mountain somewhere, or back here in Wisconsin, I really hope to have made some lasting freindships.
Front - Norbert Shulz, Leo Schmaus, Joe DeAngelis, Curtis Keller, Chris Kinslow, Andrew Kinslow,Shaun Webb
Back - Steven R, Joe Lasch, Mark Harris, Charlie Lamb, Bob Walker, Vinson Minor