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Offline Littlefeather

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Footprints in the sand
« on: June 27, 2005, 07:59:00 AM »
I'll be telling this one here:


 The future lies ahead, just over the next hill. Through the mirage that lifted from the pavement, I pressed on. I couldn't begin to know what tomorrow would hold. The one thing I was certain of was that there was adventure ahead.

   


Little did I realize when I looked at the truck ignition that the keys dangling there were the keys to my future. I'd planned this weekend way back when I'd concluded the Texas Sweat. I'd planned this hunt to revolve around the summer droughts that occur here and the full Moon. Things looked prime due to the fact that the Laredo area hadn't recieved rain in months. The water holes, if not dried up, should be the the life-support system for the entire ecosystem and the place to shoot pigs.

This hunt started strong, with numerous Tradgangers immediately jumping at the opportunity to hunt the desolate, unforgiving, wasteland called South Texas. Slowly but surely as many times happens, they began to drop from the roster as the dates neared. I wanted to share the opportunities with as many guys as wished to come but as the dates neared, I found that there would only be three of us and only two that would actually hunt. No matter, I was going to relax on this trip and not kill myself trying to get guys on game.

Jerry G.(Pedernal Bowhunts) had invited me down a day early to visit and get to know the Ranch before the hunt was slated to begin. We rode and chatted and laughed about past events. It was a good day. Mostly we tried to iron out the details of the next Texas Sweat. I thought about the name of that Hunt as the scorching winds of June blew across my face. I couldn't have chosen a better name for a hunt in this furnace of a place.

Arrival on the Ranch was uneventfull except for a quick nod of the Gate Keeper and a wave, carry on. I'd arrived and the excitment level was rising. There were throngs of quail scurrying here and there and a count of three bunnies before I stepped from the truck. I smiled! This was going to be a great hunt. CK

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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #1 on: June 27, 2005, 08:05:00 AM »
Alright!!! Here we go!  :thumbsup:
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #2 on: June 27, 2005, 08:06:00 AM »
:bigsmyl:
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #3 on: June 27, 2005, 08:13:00 AM »
Alrighty, here we go again.  :thumbsup:  
I just love these hunts.  Someday.....


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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #4 on: June 27, 2005, 08:17:00 AM »
CK, this'ns got to last at least 4 days!!    :thumbsup:

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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #5 on: June 27, 2005, 08:51:00 AM »
BUNNIES -- i am all ears -- Herb
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #6 on: June 27, 2005, 08:52:00 AM »
I have a real love/hate relationship with these stories. Anything dead yet? Huh? What about now?
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #7 on: June 27, 2005, 08:54:00 AM »
You got my attention!

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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #8 on: June 27, 2005, 09:06:00 AM »
C'mon Calvin...this just isn't fair

good read so far
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #9 on: June 27, 2005, 09:27:00 AM »
I reckon LittleFeaher's really Larry McMurtry  :)

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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #10 on: June 27, 2005, 09:33:00 AM »
Naw, CK's vocabulary is too good to be McMurtry.

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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #11 on: June 27, 2005, 10:40:00 AM »
The Ranch we would be hunting this trip was Jerry's personal hunting property that is a highly managed 3700 acres of low fence. The deer here are huge, wide racked, Muy Grandes that this area is famed for. The trip was a two fold trip for me. I was going to hunt, have fun, and share the experience with Marvin McFarlan but also do some scouting for the famed Muy Grande.

This years deer season is holding one golden opportunity for a lucky bowhunter. Jerry will be offering up one hunt to a bowhunter that will last a total of 10 days. The hunt will include a trophy Whitetail, unlimited hogs, and two javalina. I was scouting for a couple of prospective clients.

As Thursday evenings Sunset neared, I dawned some scrubby looking camo and headed off in a Westerly direction. Jerry had showed me some likely locations to ambush game and tonights sit would find me in one of those locations. The ride was bumpy and dusty as I eased the Ford through the paint scratching trails better know in South Texas as Senderos. As I crept forward over a ridge, I located a spot to park. My heart rate increased with every step I took toward tonights hunting location. I tried to imagine the events that may unfold as this evening raced toward darkness but my thoughts just ran together like melting snow and my breath grew shallow.

Once I snuggled into the short tripod at the intersection of three openings, I pulled my camera from my pack. It was hard to find a spot to hand my gear here, with my only surroundings being the tiny, sparse, Mesquite tree that was to conceal me. As expected, the sit was very short before game started to move in the cooling, evening temperatures. At first I only saw quail and bunnies but that was all to change. With the crack of a twig, I was snapped from a daydream back to reality. A small, velvet, forkhorn emerged and passed my location without a worry in the world. He never knew the closeness of which he'd just passed a viscious predator. The deer was the first but most certainly not the last. I believe the count for the evening stood at nine deer. All had passed within easy bow range and all had passed with the unsuspecting attitude as the forkhorn. It is always an honor and a compliment to be allowed to become such a part of nature that nature itsself passes without any recognition of my presence. That is the biggest compliment I could ever be presented.

The deer came and went as the evening drew closer to an end. I became lazy and relaxed as I watched the last few deer browse the area. Without any warning, the deer exploded in a panic, snorting and blowing like they believed the World was ending. I couldn't imagine what had frightened the deer to such a lever of sheer panic. Maybe if I sit quietly the brush will offer up the offender? And offer him up it did!
With the same unsuspecting demeanor as the deer had passed my location, several Illegal Mexican Migrants slowly started past. As I watched them pass, I couldn't help but let them know how close to danger they had been. I rudely let them know of my presence and in the explosion of excitment, several of the men found themselves with freshly deposited cactus thorns and soiled undergarments. Im not sure if they ever found each other again in the dense, unforgiving underbrush but if they did, I'd have loved to hear the tales they told of the little, camo'd, Rambo that had so unsuspectedly interrupted their journey to the Promised Land.

As I cranked the diesel and headed the Ford back across the darkness to my first night at camp, I found a satisfaction deep within. I felt quite at home here and felt at one with the country. This is surely where I belong. It is the place that I long for when I am away. I could hardly imagine getting any sleep tonight. The excitment of what tomorrow may hold stirred me and the thought of the hunts ahead swirrled in my head. Morning is but a few hours away. CK

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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #12 on: June 27, 2005, 11:22:00 AM »
cool stuff.......Im all ears... :)
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #13 on: June 27, 2005, 12:01:00 PM »
CK, I had a hunt interrupted by a group of illegals once in SW Texas. Coming from up north it is easy to feel sorry for them at first, but after a run down on the problems they can cause us tax payers in regards to social benefits etc it is easy to recognize the problem.

I love hunting down there and have gone every year for the last two years. I am not sure why I was surprised with the amount of game in TX but I was. Some of the terrain is so rough I guess you don't imagine anything living there.

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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #14 on: June 27, 2005, 12:11:00 PM »
A side note to include in the last chapter:

 As I was sitting quietly between deer encounters, I noticed a Pack-Rat scampering around beneath me. He carried twigs, leaves, and parts of things unknown back to his den just yards away from my location. I drew a rubber blunt from my quiver and lay in wait for him to stop at just the right location. He never found that spot. I remembered that I had a few sticks of gum in my pack and immediately had an idea. I reached in and drew out a stick of foil wrapped gum. I put the gum in my mouth and folded the foil into a neat little square. I tossed the shiny foil square into a small shooting hole below me. As the Rat ran past on another mission of forage, he could never have know that his life was so close to an end. As he ran past again, he locked the brakes on his tiny little body, reached for the foil and found his-self on a quick trip to find Jesus. He never knew what hit him and I sat there with pride, savoring the small accomplishment.

 There would have never been the opportunity to take the small trophy if I hadn't been thinking. The accomplishment was small but satisfying due to my having created the moment. Its not always the size of the accomplishment that makes the moment special, but the moment itself. CK

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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #15 on: June 27, 2005, 12:26:00 PM »
and....and...anddddd???!!!!!  :bigsmyl:
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #16 on: June 27, 2005, 12:27:00 PM »
come on Curtis... how about some more pics too...blm
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #17 on: June 27, 2005, 04:38:00 PM »
Take me away my friend..................
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #18 on: June 27, 2005, 05:57:00 PM »
'Nother cool story,Curtis,keep it comin'!By the way,wha'd that rat dress out at?An,how'd he cook up?  :bigsmyl:
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Re: Footprints in the sand
« Reply #19 on: June 27, 2005, 08:30:00 PM »
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