This past weekend marked the 8th annual Hotter'n Hell Ram Hunt.
We left for the ranch, a day early, to build what is now, The Rocks. Well, it hasn't been officially named, but that's what I'm calling it. I kinda wanted it to be the altar, but after thinking it seemed a bit sacrilegious.
Anyway, we got there about 2, and were done with the project by 6. A few guys decided to tromp around the mountain pasture to see what they could stir up. As I was shooting a few arrows through the butter smooth 60# Elite Hunter (I recently bought from focushunter), I hear them yelling that I needed to come down there, with my bow.
As I made my way through the gate, they explained that the rabid four horn had been whooping up on a good sized Catalina. It was described as a made for TV fight, in typical head butting fashion. The first blow, was head to head and had stunned the Catalina. The four horn had backed up, ready for another round. The Catalina turned 90 degrees, before the second hit and took one square to the ribs, and fell to the ground.
When I finally got there, the four horn had just finished trying to stomp a hole in that poor goat. The way that thing laid there, I knew I was dealing with the resident bad ***!
He started to walk away, and then saw me come in the gate. That's when his cape buffalo like instincts kicked in and he stared at me like I owed him money!
to be continued
We left for the ranch, a day early, to build what is now, The Rocks. Well, it hasn't been officially named, but that's what I'm calling it. I kinda wanted it to be the altar, but after thinking it seemed a bit sacrilegious.
Anyway, we got there about 2, and were done with the project by 6. A few guys decided to tromp around the mountain pasture to see what they could stir up. As I was shooting a few arrows through the butter smooth 60# Elite Hunter (I recently bought from focushunter), I hear them yelling that I needed to come down there, with my bow.
As I made my way through the gate, they explained that the rabid four horn had been whooping up on a good sized Catalina. It was described as a made for TV fight, in typical head butting fashion. The first blow, was head to head and had stunned the Catalina. The four horn had backed up, ready for another round. The Catalina turned 90 degrees, before the second hit and took one square to the ribs, and fell to the ground.
When I finally got there, the four horn had just finished trying to stomp a hole in that poor goat. The way that thing laid there, I knew I was dealing with the resident bad ***!
He started to walk away, and then saw me come in the gate. That's when his cape buffalo like instincts kicked in and he stared at me like I owed him money!
to be continued
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