The day dawned cold and clear with a bit of a south wind blowing hard enough that the bus was moving with each gust, I stepped out the door only to see Curtis holding a fresh pot of coffee, now that service! After visiting with Curtis and Bill from Eagle River Alaska , who was also hunting at the same time as Jesse and I , I woke the tired 13 year old boy from his nest on the couch in the back of the bus, lets go hunting was all I said and boom up and ready he was.
After a short run to town for supplies we drove to a small ranch that a friend of Curtis's owns near his house. Seems a small herd of Javelina has taken up residence on this ranch.
At the back side of the ranch there is an old 3 room homestead that is all but fallen over , this was to be our blind, to pass the time while hunting Jesse and I nick named the the Hotel Javelina and made up verses to go with the old Eagles song Hotel California, ah the mind of a 13 year old.
After sitting for a couple oh hours the first Javelina decided to show themselves, with me filming Jesse got ready for his first chance at his first big game, up till now his only quarry was grouse and squirrels.
The Javelina worked there way toward out hide out, we felt like two outlaws hiding out in an old building in a Zane Grey novel while the sheriff and his posse were working there way in.
They got halfway to the shooting lane and decided to vanish to our left, they popped out again only much closer this time and Jesse was ready, not sure if it was his heart I heard thumping or the clunking of the windmill to our right. His arrow was actually bouncing up and down along with the shaking of his knees while he waited for the closest Javelina to turn broadside, gotta give it to him he did wait for the perfect broadside angle for what seemed like an eternity, finally the javelina turned and Jesse drew his Vine Maple bow, the one that he spent many hours crafting from a vine maple tree he found while out helping me cut yew wood last year, 40#@his 24" draw and backed with snake skin, he calls the bow Thunder as my favorite hunting bow is named Lightning, and he decided like himself following me , thunder followed lightning.
As he came to full draw I could see the excitement and feel the energy of what he was doing, he released his arrow and saw it stick in the dirt right behind the target as they all turned to run.
More later as I have to go open the front door and fill some orders.
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