Charlie Lamb reporting in. Happy November 10 for all you leathernecks out there.
Like Curtis said, I got here, took a brief rest and we got after the deer in the afternoon.
I posted my self near a heavilly used fence crossing with a favorable wind around 3:30 p.m.
Around 4 I spotted a doe coming up the fence. She took her sweet time coming through and was suspicious of my form in the brush, but she continued through. In just a bit a second deer came along the same path. Turned out to be the doe's yearling. Both were safe from any malicious intent on my part.
Last year while hunting here, I had taken a stand along this same fence line and called for coyotes.
At the end of that days hunt, I found that I had lost my coyote howler call. I didn't have time to look for it so Curtis said he'd look around. He didn't find it.
Well, I was sitting on my little folding stool at that crossing last night when I looked down and there laying on the ground within reach was that coyote howler.
I blinked about a dozen times and rubbed my eyes. It really was there! Amazing coincidence.
As night began to close in on me, I got up from my ambush and shifted to a spot that was better suited for hogs.
I sat there a while, my "Howard Style" Woodsman tipped shaft resting lightly lightly across my Gamemaster.
Beside me on the ground was a mini Catquiver with the rest of my arrows.
About the time that I thought it was getting time to head to the house for some of Curtis' BBQ ribs, I took the arrow off the string and laying the quiver across my lap, I placed "ole Number 1" safely away.
I slung the quiver over my shoulder and prepared to stand up out of my hiding spot. I figured to give the 2 racoons that were playing around in front of my a slight scare.
It was then that I caught motion out of the corner of my eye. A nice size hog was coming down the sendero and was almost in front of me.
As quickly and quietly as possible, I drew ole Number one back out of the quiver and slid it across the the bow.
The hog came into my shooting window at 10 yards and I had the bow pointed and was applying pressure to the string when an unseen hog off to my right grunted. He'd gotten a nose full of me and was letting his pal know things weren't Kosher.
In a blink, the hog in front of me was gone.
Curtis and I spent the evening planning the next days hunt and talking about hunts past.
Topic: Bucks, boars and bows...oh my! (Read 9186 times)
