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What's free every day?

2014-02-04

tl;dr: Hunting continues. Pigs and javelinas are killed. We are fed an authentic Mexican dinner.

Everybody needs to be ready to go at 6:15 AM each day.

Here is how it is: We can only leave the trailer yard when given permission to do so. (Failure to follow this rule does not result in a strike, but an attack by vicious guard dogs.) We are split into two groups of four and driven to elevated box stands. Your choice in stand is limited to the truck you are directed to and the order that you decide to be dropped off. There is no stalking. There is no exploring. There is no deviation without prior consent.

The morning hunt lasts until 10 AM. Zane was in Lupe's truck. Zane, being in the construction business, speaks enough Spanish to "communicate numbers." He threw a few phrases at Lupe like "Espanol un poquito." Lupe interpreted this as Zane actually knowing Spanish but pretending like he didn't, and proceeded to expound on something or other for a few minutes.

Dan had 11 hogs come into his stand. He lobbed a bullet off at the largest at 150 yards, but missed.

Joe managed to call in a coyote, but in hoping the coyote would come in closer, he hesitated, and it bolted into the brush where he missed it. Joe also saw a bobcat.

Zane the piglet slayer slays again. A herd of 20 or so little pigs approached to about 250 yards. They didn't come closer. They just kept swirling around each other like a flock of pigeons. No one pig seemed bigger than another. Apparently, Christopher had chided Zane on his previous piglet because his shot was too far back. So he waited for one to separate from the herd, and he put a bullet through its head. Zane now feels confident again, although I don't think the strike was rescinded.

Nobody else admits to anything of interest. Well, except Rob, but he doesn't like us talking about that.

After eating lunch, we had three hours to kill. Three boring hours. It's boring because there are a lot of rules. Due to the constant flow of immigrants, and the real danger they can represent in their scavenging, the ranch is set up and treated like a secure compound. There are an abundance of fences and dogs.

At three in the afternoon, we loaded into the Ford Expeditions (Eddie Bower edition), and were dropped off at our stands. This time we traveled down Ranch Road 481 a few miles.

Per instruction, Tom shot every pig he saw. First a big boar came in. Later, three smaller pigs arrived. He picked out the largest and knocked it over. The remaining two scattered into the brush, but soon came back to look for their friend. So he plucked off another one. The final one ran back into the brush, but Tom found a window. Tom is now in the lead with four pigs.

Dan saw 35 javelinas one time. Then he saw 28 later. He picked the biggest javelina he could find that wasn't being guarded by whitetails and shot it. Because of the distances involved and the hardness of the ground, you can't shoot at anything with a deer or cow standing close by.

Joe saw absolutely nothing. (Well, except deer, but they stopped counting after the first day.) Until it got dark. Then he was inundated by grunting pigs in the brush and running down the road. When the truck arrived, they could see in the headlights two massive sows surrounded by squirming rat-sized piglets. He didn't shoot.

I was in Christopher's Expedition. His two boys were in the back just being boys, but they are well trained. When asked "what do you get free every day?" they replied in unison: "spankings." Which I found odd, as spankings typically have to be earned.

Zane had requested an "authentic Mexican dinner." The dinner indeed seemed authentic, and it was very good. I couldn't really tell you what it was, though.

waiting for game


Bud


sandhill cranes eating corn


sandhill cranes flying


Zane, piglet, and guard dogs


bad panorama




crested caracara bird


Lupe waiting for Zane


Zane wishing something would show up




Bud unloading Tom's pigs


Tom observing Bud gutting his pigs

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