This past weekend was the most fun I have had in many years.
London Oaks Ranch by itself is an amazing place: the amount and diversity of wildlife there are outstanding.
However, what made it a memorable trip was Tim's (TexKing) and Bisch's generosity: no effort was spared to make me feel beyond welcome.
I was able to shoot a nice whitetail doe my first afternoon there and she only went 40 yards.
My second day was less than stellar as the second doe I shot jumped the string and she was already taking off when the arrow hit her, too far back. I can only blame myself for this.
We tracked her and found a blood trail, but she crawled trough a dense patch of scrub oaks where we lost her.
This led me to reconsider my choice of hunting gear and my own limitations.
I practiced shooting to hit a lung-sized target with two-bladed broadheads on wooden arrows shot out an ASL, as many recommend.
This will no longer cut it for me.
I do not view game animals as anything "sacred", but we owe them the respect to give them our best shot and a speedy death.
I will not head for the woods again until I can hit a much smaller target, without fail and send a quieter arrow to its mark.
It was also good to meet Dave (Silver Arrow) who had made the trip from Houston to join the hunt.
We had many laughs around the dinner table and also some good, more serious, discussions.
I truly feel blessed to have met these guys and share a weekend at that amazing place.
Thank you to all those who have made it possible.
London Oaks Ranch by itself is an amazing place: the amount and diversity of wildlife there are outstanding.
However, what made it a memorable trip was Tim's (TexKing) and Bisch's generosity: no effort was spared to make me feel beyond welcome.
I was able to shoot a nice whitetail doe my first afternoon there and she only went 40 yards.
My second day was less than stellar as the second doe I shot jumped the string and she was already taking off when the arrow hit her, too far back. I can only blame myself for this.
We tracked her and found a blood trail, but she crawled trough a dense patch of scrub oaks where we lost her.
This led me to reconsider my choice of hunting gear and my own limitations.
I practiced shooting to hit a lung-sized target with two-bladed broadheads on wooden arrows shot out an ASL, as many recommend.
This will no longer cut it for me.
I do not view game animals as anything "sacred", but we owe them the respect to give them our best shot and a speedy death.
I will not head for the woods again until I can hit a much smaller target, without fail and send a quieter arrow to its mark.
It was also good to meet Dave (Silver Arrow) who had made the trip from Houston to join the hunt.
We had many laughs around the dinner table and also some good, more serious, discussions.
I truly feel blessed to have met these guys and share a weekend at that amazing place.
Thank you to all those who have made it possible.
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