Some do have a life and family. Let them tend to it. The stories will come keep you head screwed on.
The Solana ranch is a special place. I am horrible at taking pictures so Gregg and Jack will fill those gaps I am sure. The memories from my previous trip running through my mind as I step off the plane in Austin, as I walk through the baggage claim area I see Terry, Guru, Boyd, Izzy, Michael, and Larry all waiting for the rest to show up. This was going to be a good trip I knew that for a fact. Rob and Gregg showed shortly after and off to the ranch we went, with a short detour to get Licenses and hand warmers (trust me you need those).
As Gregg said a above this trip is just as much about the gathering of like minded souls as it is hunting. The fellowship among this group was amazing. I was looking forward to meeting the many in this group whom I had not yet had the pleasure. I was also going to get to hunt with Skyler Wilson again and he even brought along his Dad.
There were a few others who have showed great kindness to me in the past and I was very excited to meet them.
Dinner the first night was a great time to get to know the group and catch up with friends. That night had people affixing all kinds of hog lights to their bows and cameras (well only one hunter with a camera). We raised the Velcro stock values a good bit that night I am certain. Brodhead’s were being touched up all around the bunkhouse.
The next morning had everyone up and at em early. A group gathered up and headed to a local truck stop for breakfast. The anticipation was mounting as Solana veterans recalled old memories from past hunts. After returning to the ranch we got to meet this little guy. Johns dog Nacho. I am sure you will see many more pictures of him.
Mid-day was spent shooting arrows and gathering clothes, harnesses, and other gear for tonight we hunt.