Recently, when Dean ran the TBH special for exotic does, I felt a Spring Break trip was in order for my wife and I. So after making the arrangements to hunt a couple days, March 13 finally arrived. It was also the day after my 71st birthday, so with what was left of the cake we left for Brownwood.
Arriving Tuesday at noon we were met by Dean and his lovely wife Sheila, as well as their pair of JRTs, Abby and Lucy. We then took a Ranger tour to look things over before I settled into a bow blind to sit until dark. Not long after, a chocolate Fallow buck missing most of one antler came and buried his nose in the alfalfa trough. For an hour or so, the buck and a B&C fox squirrel were my only entertainment. A pig, (a very nervous pig), finally joined the scene, and shortly after a flock of about twenty turkeys, including a very nice gobbler who strutted for the ladies. I decided to take the pig, and drew my bow. He then turned his butt to me, and I had to hold too long I guess, because by the time he turned broadside again, I was not steady. I skipped the arrow off his back and it hit the rocks. Fallow, pig, and turkeys all scattered, but the fox squirrel was not impressed. He just kept eating corn. Five or six more pigs came in but wouldn't come out of the brush. My arrow was laying between them and me, and it's my belief they could smell human on that arrow and just wouldn't commit.
Arriving Tuesday at noon we were met by Dean and his lovely wife Sheila, as well as their pair of JRTs, Abby and Lucy. We then took a Ranger tour to look things over before I settled into a bow blind to sit until dark. Not long after, a chocolate Fallow buck missing most of one antler came and buried his nose in the alfalfa trough. For an hour or so, the buck and a B&C fox squirrel were my only entertainment. A pig, (a very nervous pig), finally joined the scene, and shortly after a flock of about twenty turkeys, including a very nice gobbler who strutted for the ladies. I decided to take the pig, and drew my bow. He then turned his butt to me, and I had to hold too long I guess, because by the time he turned broadside again, I was not steady. I skipped the arrow off his back and it hit the rocks. Fallow, pig, and turkeys all scattered, but the fox squirrel was not impressed. He just kept eating corn. Five or six more pigs came in but wouldn't come out of the brush. My arrow was laying between them and me, and it's my belief they could smell human on that arrow and just wouldn't commit.
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