Gosh, Im really not even sure where to begin. It's truly incredible to meet guys on-line, chat on the phone and within a matter of a short period of time, fly across the country to share space in a fine hunting camp. That's exactly what has happened to make this weekend a reality.

Brian arrived on Thursday evening and before the real unpacking even begain, we were camo'd up and sneeking through Sherwood in pursuit of another great hunting adventure. I'll let Brian fill in all the details when he arrives home this evening but I'll share a few pics with you that will fill the void between then and now.

Once we arrived in Laredo, Brian got deep into hunt mode.

 

After a short stint in the Sunshine, Brians snowbank tan turned a nice shade of pink and he decided to cover it with some camo. I dropped him off in a location I felt would produce him some pork and I continued to a spot I had seen and thought might produce something for me as well. I spent the afternoon thinking about the adventure Brian was surely having and I shot a few bunnies as I enjoyed the beautiful afternoon.  


 

Evening was fast approaching and Id chosen to walk a few roads and just enjoy myself. I so often get wrapped up in hardcore hunting that I sometime wish Id slowed down a bit and enjoyed what the countryside has to offer. This evening Id slow down and savor my time here. I afterall was there to watch Brians success. The guy's been working hard with his variety of jobs and needed a weekend to relax and enjoy the sport. I knew South Texas would offer up some magic for Brian and it didn't let either of us down. CK

SWEEET....Let me get some corn and settle back theres a good un in the makin   ..........vance

Well alright,the story has begun!!

Now we're talkin!

Bring on the story!!  Where's the Pork!!!!

Marvin

We need MORE WOOD for this fire  

The thoughts of Brian kept creaping back into my mind every time a saw another game animal. It was somewhat ironic that when I dropped Brian off at his hunt location there were already javelina running around that area of the ranch. Brian had never seen a javelina or a hog in his hunting carreer and I knew both species were about to show themselves to him.

Back on my end of the ranch about a mile south of Brian, game seemed to be at every turn. Bunnies presented themselves frequently and for a change of pace, my shooting was incredibly accurate. I kept thinking to myself that if I shot this well all the time I may not have to practice as hard. Id chosen to spot and stalk roads this first evening in leu of sitting at a feeder or water hole. Like I said, I really just wanted to savor all the Southland has to offer up. As the daylight begain to fade I looked around a bend in the road. PIGS! Pigs by the truckload. I think there were over 25-30 pigs in one group and they were at a quickened pace in my direction. As they closed the 80 yard gap in my direction, I tucked myself behind a creosote shrub between two cactus and the pigs continued along noisily. The lucky thing for me was that the pigs had given me time to shuck out of my backpack, draw an arrow and get really comfortable kneeling back on my boot heals. It was as comfortable position as I could have asked for. Wind direction full in check, Mark Horne Brushbow strung and tuned, AD Traditional tipped with a 190 Ribteck sharp as a rasor. All they had to do was continue the path they were on and all Id have to do is drop the string. With the noise of a freight train they continued and as the gap started to close, my heart begain to rise in my chest, my ears began the familiar ringing and my mouth became dry as sand. The brush around me came alive with movment, the smell of swine filled the air and as if in a magic scene from the movies, a pig appears. The familiar feeling of the brushbow's string slipped away and the triumph of achievment replaced the clouds of self-doubt. Id once agin lived the dreams of a thousand years of archery. I knew all to well the feeling of all those bow weilders from the pages of archery's past. Incredible!!!!! And Brian is just across the ranch filling his own dreams at the same exact
moment.

(pics to come)

Keep it coming...

Oh yeah, keep it coming....

Well, I'd pretty much made up my mind that I wasn't going to be trophy hunting on this trip and I thought I try for any pig that entered my shooting lane. Sometime the emphisis on success is the key to success itself. Id later have this taught to me yet again as I took pics of a trophy hog when I should have been shooting him. Ha! I suppose I actually did shoot him and now the shot, although on film counted just as much.

Back to the tracking job at hand. As I released the arrow, the pig was standing as pretty as a picture. My nerves were solid and my release smooth as silk. At the slightest sound of the string dropping, the hog went to spin away, increasing the 1/4ing angle to a much steeper degree. How much sweeter could it get? Sometime the Bow Gods do smile! Within a short distance I heard the pig crash. I knew he was donw close but he'd chosen the thickest, most dense, most thorny, exit he could have chosen. Humm? No blood as I looked around. When the pig had started his turn, increasing the angle, he'd taken the arrow directly in front of the back leg and the broadhead had stopped with just the tip exiting the front of the offside shoulder. After a 20 minute crawl in circles, gathering thorns in every concievable place, I locate my quary. 55-60 yards from the impact and he was done. I was laying flat on my belly when I found him but I was grinning ear to ear. CK

 

Nice picture Curtis.  You do a good job of setting those up.

SWEET Curtis.  Good job.  lets hear your side Brian.

He won't be home till evening Kyle. Believe me, he has plenty to tell. CK

Way to go bro...congrats on another fine evening..I can't wait to get to TX!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your pictures and story telling are excellent Curtis. Thanks for sharing with all us less fortunate Northerners.

Way to coool Curtis    

    ...........vance

QuoteOriginally posted by Marvin M.:
Nice picture Curtis.  You do a good job of setting those up.

Yeah Marvin......he's had a lot of practice that's for sure.

Thanks for sharing yet again Curtis....looking forward to hearing Brian's tales.

Great story and cool pics Curtis.  I'm going to be hunting that area at the end of May.  Don't like hearing about all those thorns and stickers.    Guess they just go with the territory.  Now let's hear from Brian.

Thank you guys! Yall make the tellin worth while. Gotta go now. Stage is yours Brian. Knock, knock, knock, you in there????? CK

Dandy black pig CK! When it comes to hog huntin..you obviously the man (on the west coast... I think Warren may give you a run though on the East coast)