A hot shower was absolutely priceless after all day in the cold, misting rain, mud and wind. I would have traded my most prized bow for some hot water by the time darkness fell.
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.
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!