The thoughts of Brian kept creaping back into my mind every time a saw another game animal. It was somewhat ironic that when I dropped Brian off at his hunt location there were already javelina running around that area of the ranch. Brian had never seen a javelina or a hog in his hunting carreer and I knew both species were about to show themselves to him.
Back on my end of the ranch about a mile south of Brian, game seemed to be at every turn. Bunnies presented themselves frequently and for a change of pace, my shooting was incredibly accurate. I kept thinking to myself that if I shot this well all the time I may not have to practice as hard. Id chosen to spot and stalk roads this first evening in leu of sitting at a feeder or water hole. Like I said, I really just wanted to savor all the Southland has to offer up. As the daylight begain to fade I looked around a bend in the road. PIGS! Pigs by the truckload. I think there were over 25-30 pigs in one group and they were at a quickened pace in my direction. As they closed the 80 yard gap in my direction, I tucked myself behind a creosote shrub between two cactus and the pigs continued along noisily. The lucky thing for me was that the pigs had given me time to shuck out of my backpack, draw an arrow and get really comfortable kneeling back on my boot heals. It was as comfortable position as I could have asked for. Wind direction full in check, Mark Horne Brushbow strung and tuned, AD Traditional tipped with a 190 Ribteck sharp as a rasor. All they had to do was continue the path they were on and all Id have to do is drop the string. With the noise of a freight train they continued and as the gap started to close, my heart begain to rise in my chest, my ears began the familiar ringing and my mouth became dry as sand. The brush around me came alive with movment, the smell of swine filled the air and as if in a magic scene from the movies, a pig appears. The familiar feeling of the brushbow's string slipped away and the triumph of achievment replaced the clouds of self-doubt. Id once agin lived the dreams of a thousand years of archery. I knew all to well the feeling of all those bow weilders from the pages of archery's past. Incredible!!!!! And Brian is just across the ranch filling his own dreams at the same exact
moment.
(pics to come)
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