Well, I'm back from the dead. Got home monday after an overnight delay in San Antonio. On tuesday I thought all those illegals that I saw on my sendaros had beat me up with baseball bats...Mexican Flu! For 72 hours everything was sore even my hair.
I also want to thank Curtis & Charlie for allowing me to participate in one of the most exciting/fun hunts I've had in years. You guys made it so easy for us to just slide in and begin hunting. I can't think of anything to complain about except having to leave!
My last post was tracking the javie I shot on the second day with Dave, Scott, and Bob. The arrow was a pass thru high in the shoulder but we didn't find any blood. What we did find was a large rattler. Dave yelled it out just as I saw this snake slithering in front of me. Scott got it cornered while Bob (the only one with a bow) shot it. That was enough excitement to hold me over til next year! Lesson 2--Javies don't bleed much!
The last night Curtis droped me off near a deer feeder and I got to see my first big black hog. Never got close enough for a shot. Just seeing him plus all the javies, cayotes, and bobcats was amasing. Even though I didn't have my thing on the ground I was awe struck by my surroundings.
Down to the eleventh hour, sunday morning Terry said he thought I might get a chance at a javie where JC shot his attack javie! So we head off to a spot where 4 senderos came together. Terry corned the roads while I picked the down wind corner. I nesetled back in with 2 shooting lanes cut open and waited. At about 7am they started coming out & kept coming...15+ javies were milling around me. Now if they would just pick one of the 2 sendaros that I had covered. Finally one was coming my way. As he started in to my opening I came to half draw but when he stepped out he must have scenced something was wrong. He was only 15 feet with the wind in my favor and I was well hidden, still He knew enough to get going. Lesson 3--get ready quicker.
Well finally another one come the exact way and stopped at the same small bush in the senderos. This time I was at full draw when he stepped out. My WW went thru him so quick all I saw was a silver dollar size round pink/white spot on his chest. Now the waiting game. We had so many Javies hit and no blood to find them and we had to be back at the ranch to pack up by 9am. I decided to sneak out and walk toward Terry. When I got about a 1/4 mile to him I got witness his stalk on a big hog. Unfortunitely that stalk ended up in favor of the hog. So Terry came down to pick me up and we walked down the sendaros. I walked the road and Terry started searching the cover. About 10 yards down the road I saw blood, now just spots but lots. We had a great blood trail for about 40 yards ending at my javie. So much for lesson 2, sometimes you get a good blood trail. My whole experience was great but this was the cream. Thanks Terry!!
FYI that's a Morrison Shawnee with Dakota limbs 51#@28. One of the many Morrisons in camp and Yes I did hide it from JC when we were packing up...tippit