Oh yea, Marvin did real well for a first timer. He certainly learns quick.
Well, with the morning hunt successful but without a kill, we head out for other opportunities. First we'd head for camp and get a much needed bite to eat. On the way, Marvin gets a good, up close and personal look at an official Illegal Alien.
There in the road ahead was a dirty looking fella that fit the profile of Alien quite well but there seemed to be something wrong with the picture. I couldn't seem to put my finger on it till the Alien flagged me down. (side note) Being flagged down by a fugitive from the law generally isn't a good thing.
Being fairly well versed in Spanish, I stopped and asked the guy "Que Queres"(what do you want)? The man with a mouth full of gold teeth replies that he's hungry. I flash a rather large knife that Doug Campbell had made me and replied that I only have "Agua Frio" (Cold water). At this point, the truck was stopped and I was committed. I ease from the truck and fetch the guy a bottle of water. I notice as I watch my back that this guy also has a gold chain around his neck. He could only be one thing, A Drug Runner, better known in these parts as a Mule. He gave me a healthy bearth as I slipped him the water and bid him good luck in his journey. Little did Marvin know that this would only be one of the many encounters on this trip.
With things settled and us well back on our way, we discussed evening hunt plans. I just had to convince Marvin to take my spot at the pond while I eased up a couple of hundred yards to an intersection where four roads came together at one common gate. I know I can kill a hog here and I also know the Marvin is about to see more game that he has ever witnessed on any hunt. I am totally PUMPED about the hunt ahead.
I found the reminance of an aging ladder stand at the gate and decide to use it as a secondary position if my new brush blind doesn't agree with the wind direction. The wind never stays the same direction in the thick brush for more than a few minutes. Ask Marvin!
We took stand several hours earlier for this hunt. We both felt the hunt starting to wind toward the enivetable end and wished to make the moost of our time here. We take stand at 4:00pm, a five hour sit till dark.
I decided to take a little siesta in my ground blind till things start to cool. It was a nice, shady spot under a Mesquite tree and the sand was soft. My backpack cradled my head nicely and I immediately drifted off. I was rudely awakened a few moments later by a curious cow that decided to rub her horns on my new blind. She was quite surprised to find the keeper of the brush pile at home! She backed away slightly and I made a move to my elevated ladder stand. A deer appears and the cow and deer play a game of "who's going first".
As the evening wears on I find myself seeing more and more deer.
And I even see a few more coyotes but none so gracious as this one who held real still for the camera. Notice the deer in the background. The deer and the coyotes seemed to tolerate each other quite well down here.
I waited and I waited but I never heard Marvins signal that he had shot something and I never saw the hogs I had waited desperately for. As darkness closed in around me, I see a dim light through the trees. Marvin is in route to my location. Surely he has made meat and just not signaled. CK
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