I can only echo Curtis' (and everyone else) sentiments about the Texas Sweat. It ranks right up there with the most special hunts I've ever done... for all the reasons already listed.
I'd short stopped my trip to Texas in Oklahoma City to visit an old buddy from my southeast asian jungle days.
It was a welcome respite and the perfect launching point for the run home to Curtis' rancherita.
That would make for a long day behind the wheel, but would quell the twitching anxiety I had for overnighting anywhere near Dallas/Ft.Worth... I was still a little gun shy from last spring's fiasco and passing through that area at 80+ mph. sounded like a plan to me.
I have to admit that I had a whole bunch of questions running through my head as I traveled south for this annual reunion.
The country was going to be different than anything I'd experienced in Texas to date and the critters we'd be focused on would be foreign as well. I could only imagine.
A whole ton of my old buddies from past hunts would be there for the first segment of the hunt and I really looked forward to that.
The second part of the hunt would mostly be comprised of guys I didn't know except on line and I looked forward to first meetings. Hell, it was all gonna be good.
I knew the country was hilly/mountainous compared to past hunts and that presented a slight problem for me.
During the waning days of the '06 deer season here at home I'd taken a little tumble from the lower section of ladder as I descended from my tree stand one morning.
That fall didn't amount to a total of 3 feet, but it left both of my knees aching very uncomfortably... they were already bothering me before this happened.
Well, I'd finally gotten around to getting something done and had just gotten some orthroscopic work done two weeks before the Sweat.
To say my knees were still sore is an understatement.
I'd do my best, but I suspected I'd be limited in where I could go. That proved to be so true.
CK, Gary, Rick and I got into camp early enough to have some leisure time before the hunt started. We knew that once it was "on", there'd be little quality rest for anyone, so we made the best of it.
Curtis and I got in a little bowfishing and some varmint calling.
We'd been assured that there were no coyotes on this ranch or in the area. As strange as that sounds we could never prove different. We never saw nor heard any sign of a coyote.
Cats, however, were thick. At least their sign seemed to be everywhere. We never called one or saw any indication that we had.
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