A look West! A look into the most incredible journey! More to come in awhile. Beware of the Mountain Lions! CK

 

Can't wait!        

F-Manny

Smart bowhunters will pay close attention to this thread... can you say "wonderful opportunity"?  

I've spent many years hunting properties around the state where a guy never knows what kind of hunt he will recieve for his money. Some hunts turn out pretty good and others leave a bad taste in your mouth and you never want to return. After many years of booking hunts for guys around the state, I've grown tired of the "never know" factor on these hunts. One year a ranch is really good and then greed takes hold and the Outfitter runs so many guys across the property that the animals go nocturnal or they die from the constant barrage of arrows. This has led me to search out the most remote regions of Texas where most men have not set foot. I've searched out more and more species, looking for the perfect hunt for any individual seeking extreemly challenging hunt opportunities. This led me on an 8 hour journey into some of the most remote regions that Texas has over this past weekend. I'm happy to say I've found the ranch lands I've been so desperately seeking for you and for myself. Come along with me through a weekends journey. I've covered hundreds and hundreds of miles and found regions untouched by all but a few Indians and those Ranchers with the toughest exterior. I came out of the weekend with a new and exciting look into the future. Enjoy the photos! CK

 

 

 

Curtis.....Can we work out some kinda trade???

You can hunt here in August and not get to C--D

I want a piece of this adventure FOR SURE

Sure Vance, I look forward to your company!


As the truck carried me further into the West Texas barren landscape, the vehicles on the road became fewer and fewer. The air became dry as popcorn and the air burned with heat. I stopped to kick the tires just as I left the pavement and the civilized world behind. My thoughts hung heavy with apprehension. I would now begin the 35 miles of unmaintained dirt road and the final leg of my journey toward the much sought after pot of gold at the end of anything but a rainbow. During the next hours drive across the parched earth I thought often of the condition of my tires and kept constant watch on my fuel guage. There is no one out here and it could be weeks before another traveler would venture across this landscape. I had my bow and I had two full ice chests of now melting ice. I would survive if the unthinkable were to happen. I continued on......

Through the maze of grasshopper trails I pushed the big diesel forward into the mid day sun. Somehow I'd located the oasis I was seeking in this sea of torture and dispair. The landscape had changed 500% in the last few miles. I'd entered into the rimrock that runs along the upper reaches of the Pecos River. This was Judge Roys country after the Indians were slain. This is indeed the land which time forgot. It stands today just as it stood a thousand years ago. The Indian carvings in the rocks remain and each time I turned around quickly I thought I could breifly see them still here. It is an erie feeling to stand in their caves just as they were hundreds of years ago.
 

I thought I could hear Indian flutes in the distance and a shiver ran through me as I touched the carvings and the holes left by my ansestors from so long ago. They are still here although now in memory etched deeply in the pages of time.

 

There is a magic to this region that I could never convey even in my most intricate of writings. The smells and sounds of my surroundings were jumping from the pages of an old western movie. Screetches of the overhead eagle rung across the canyons, answered by a mountain goat braaaa from a mountain somewhere out there. As I looked around I could see no life on the sides of the steep cliffs.

 

But as I raise my optics I can easily see that the mountains around me are alive with movment.

 

I found this place spiritually moving for unknow reasons. It seems to be holding magic around ever turn, under ever rock, and along ever ridge. I would rest this evening along the rivers edge and refresh myself in the cool of the spring fed Pecos River. Tomorrow would bring a new day and adventure I'd been longing for.

 

CK

Awesome...  

That first dark colored goat looks one of them Do Dads. Get it scouted and get ready for company.

Cool!!! Except for the heat, I'd love to be ridin shotgun on that trip.  

HEY CK THAT IS SOME AWESOME PLACE MATE.        JEFF

Incredible....

Nothing to move a man like the wild places...

...and if your tires go flat you can ride one of those 4 wheeler out of there.  

Great story and pics Curtis.

Is it Friday yet? Looking forward to hitting the hills with you...

-Brian
www.bowyersjournal.com

Simply Mystic!

Wish I was there....  

You like to rub it in Don't ya Brian... LOL

The next morning temps were much more comfortable. After having coffee and watching the sun rise, the ranch owner was to take me and my brother-n-law on an extensive tour of the ranch. As luck would have it, he had brought his 4wd, 4 wheeler and had two more in the barn up the canyon. We did have to bring gas!      

 

The plan was to travel along the river and see the low country first. We stopped frequently along the way so I could take pics of the fish.

 

 

Throughout the day we worked our way across the ranch edging higher and higher.
 

Whenever I'd see the side of a mountain it would look empty.
Then I'd look closer and see that it was not at all empty.

 

Too cool CK. Texas Sweat there next year????   :D

Yessir! T-Sweat's moving west.

More do dads. Gotta get close and stick one of them things.

HOOOOOOEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Expand my horizons bud!