I will do my best to keep this little story brief...but what a day. It started early with my PH waking me as soon as he awoke. He wanted to get to the hunt as soon as possible, no later than 8 am. He didn't have breakfast cooked nor coffee on. As a matter of fact, he demanded that I do the honors for both he and I (sans java for him). After doing the chores for him I began to wonder what kind of hunt I was in for. Being his first client was fair, as it was a cheap hunt, but I began to doubt the PH.
We finally got to the hunting area and began our trek. The PH following closely behind with instructions always. What bothered me was his attire. No camo and no glass hanging around his neck like those on TV. And noisy...man it sounded like he was walking on eggshells back there. He finally handed me my weapon and cut me loose.
After many blown stalks and half as many misses, I finally had another great beast where I wanted him. Broadside at 20 yards. Wind in my face. I had to make a good shot. My PH demanded I get this one or the jig would be up. He was overdue for a meeting with his mother and a huge hot chocolate she had promised. Carefully I drew and found my anchor. Like a flash the arrow was loosed hitting the exact hair I was looking at. The hit looked good and the beast was dead a short while later.
The pressure was off and the meat pole would be heavier. Perhaps the PH's mom would hook me up with hot chocolate too after my heroic feat. I had one final stalk on the last 1/4 mile back to the lodge. It ended with another miss and a scolding from my PH.
After fielddressing our animal and performing a post mortum exam, it appeared that I lunged/livered the beast.
We quickly cooled the meat in the cooler and soon made a nice gravy with potatoes to compliment the wonderful meat...then we had hot chocolate and told our tale to the lodge hostess.......
The End
Topic: A Day with a PH (Read 689 times)
