It did seem like every time I turned around Joe was smackin some critter... gotta talk to that man!
As I said before, the days kinda ran together as good times often do. Good meals, good friends and good hunting meld and speed by us way too quickly.
If I could have access to a time machine I'd have gotten in it on the last day and returned to the first day over and over. Alas, I must commit it to memory and a few written words.
One of my vigils on dead hog road (there was a partially eatin pig half way down the sendero), was particularly long and uneventful. I took a little time to play with my camera and got these shots.
Self portrait...
Back in the winter I sent "Curly" off to Oregon to have his grip checkered. A little pricey, but worth it in the end I guess... I'm very happy with the workmanship and feel.
This doe showed little fear of me and often fed within 15 yards although she knew quite well I was there... don't know what the heck was going on with her neck.
Armadillo it's not just for breakfast anymore...