The reward for persevering? I'll prime the pump a little...
I won't spoil the successful hunters' stories, but everybody has a lot to tell. I spent most of my time with JC and it was a treat every minute. He's a gifted storyteller and I'll wait for him to hopefully recount some of our experiences with hogs. I'll say this much, though: JC is one of the best shots with a bow I've had the pleasure to witness. But no one, not even someone with JC's enormous talent, can be accurate when giggling at the antics of a sounder of fat little comedians. One of them is the luckiest hog alive. :D
JC and I witnessed some things that, honestly, if I heard someone else describe them, I'd think they were spinning a yarn. And if I'd seen them by myself, I'd hesitate to talk about them: who would possibly believe this stuff? But he and I sat 50 yards apart and for 1 1/2 hours watched hogs do things that flat-out amazed us. The only things we didn't see was a sow give birth or a boar sprout wings and fly loop-dee-loops over the pond. We saw everything else, though, and this was the place. We never named it, surprisingly, although Hog Nirvana would have been fitting. And we never loosed an arrow at a hog there: again, there are some very, very fortunate hams on the hoof on the Chaparossa Ranch.
JC and I were joined by Robtattoo for two days. He's another hunting partner that's damn near impossible to beat. While JC and I soaked up info about life in England, Rob used all of his senses to learn about south Texas hogs.
Maybe JC can post the video, but let's just say that Rob definitely has the inside scoop on poop.
Topic: Wensel Bros pig gig (Read 42504 times)
