Like anything Charlie and I seem to do it’s always a reflection of what we did in the past, this trip is no different. A suggestion is made and in short order two adventurous souls are lost in their own little “Real World”.
That as I recall was what went down yesterday afternoon, “Think we ought to give them something to read?? Let’s DO IT” and so set the stage.
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A quick jaunt down to DOE ALLEY, some glassing trying to spot the one we want, the spot is made, then come the inevitable question “Vance can we pull this off” I guess because I’ve been on this ranch for 20+ years, he thinks that makes me invisible to the goat herd and if he sticks close it will include him. Or maybe he just trust my judgment when we’re in the west as I trust his other places.
Dressed for the sneak, as we have noted from your comments on posts, I NOW wear a facemask and HAT. Thanks for the "TIP"
Off we waddle, down this ditch, behind that willow and into a small swale a quick peek to see what their up to and which way their moving then off again, Oops no more willows and still need 50+ yards for even an attempt at a shot.
Where did they go Charlie? In our tunneled vision we hadn’t noticed the angle of the sun, it had dropped behind the hills, so now the only way to see them is through binoculars. Neither Charlie nor I had remembered to bring our “LUMA-NOCKS” so we backed off leaving them undisturbed.
Heading back to the parking lot well away from the Trophies, Charlie suggests that we set up a VARMINT call. Visions of the past flash through my brain housing, kinda like those old news reels we saw just before the Saturday Matinee.
I don’t care to remember how many of these calling rehearsals we’ve been through together, there fun but NOTHING EVER HAPPENS other than we get to tell each other what they did wrong.
Tonight this was not going to be the case Charlie was the only one with a mouth call so the blame was going to fall squarely on his shoulders.
We had picked a finger of willows for the calling spot, I took the North side and Charlie choose the South side.
Charlie had no more than broken wind when I had three jack rabbits busting a move to get to where he was, WOW this is cool I tell my self at least they ain’t running away. After a few more blasts I hear some rapid foot beats behind and to my left. More rabbits, is my best guess cuz their coming from Charlie’s side toward me and within EASY bow distance of him, but I had better take a peek.
Now I am nested up pretty well in this willow bush, NO HUMAN OUTLINE down on one knee, as I ease my noodle around to meet the foot beats,
OH NO a Giant RED rabbit with a LONG tail and a white tip on the end of that tail is prancing around the end of the willow coming my way at 10 feet, but still behind the brush no shot yet, BE PATIENT , Take up the tension on the string, spread those fingers, have I got the spot, get ready to start the DRAW, remember to push the bow arm…..
Damm someone just pulled up in my drive way so I need to run for a bit I’ll get back to ya here short……………vance
Topic: The Way West...a bowhunting journey. (Read 53477 times)
