Smoke
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The kids went out to the Grandparents, the wife went to town, and I had an afternoon and evening to myself. Dang, what should I do?
Loaded the Jeep up with a cooler full of Dublin Dr. Peppers and a couple of Ziegenbachs (just in case) threw in some assorted firearms and the dogs and went to the ranch.
I got there about 3:30 grabbed a gun and went for a walk along the creek bottom scouting for hog sign. The day was perfect, mid 60's, sun shining. Trees are starting to turn colors. I crunched through the leaves that had fallen and walked about a mile down the creek, winding my way through the brush, then crossed the creek and headed back walking the other side.
I jumped a couple of deer that trotted off a little ways and stood watching me. They seemed to know I wasn't after them. The dogs didn't even bother the deer; I guess everybody was in a peaceable mood today.
I checked all the feeders as I went by and made my way back to the Jeep about 5:00 still had a good 45 minutes before sundown. So I pulled out a Ziegenbach, and sat with the dogs for a little bit.
As the sun started to settle, I parked one of the dogs with the Jeep and took the other with me and walked to one of the feeders where it looked like a good bit of activity had been going on. I perched myself on a rock ledge where I had a good field of view and watched the sun go down.
Now this was one of those amazing Central Texas Fall sunsets that made the sky ablaze with color. I wasn't paying near as much attention to the feeder as I was the sky. The dog was content to lie down beside me and we waited for nightfall. I could hear the birds start to liven up as the sun dropped lower and lower, then the crickets got louder. Then the coyotes started their first song of the night and finally I heard the first pig squeal somewhere downstream. As it got darker I heard one of the far feeders go off, then another behind me, and finally the one where I was sitting. And I heard the pig squeal again closer.
It was full dark now and the dog and I were still sitting on this ledge just enjoying the evening cooling off, the nip was starting to permeate the air. And that pig was squealing closer all the time....then it started going back downstream. And went farther downstream.
At 7:30 I roused the dog that had gone plumb to sleep and we started back to the Jeep. I unloaded the guns and pulled out the other Ziegenbach. I told the dogs to "load up" and we headed for the house.
Sometimes you just don't have any luck hunting at all.
Smoke
Loaded the Jeep up with a cooler full of Dublin Dr. Peppers and a couple of Ziegenbachs (just in case) threw in some assorted firearms and the dogs and went to the ranch.
I got there about 3:30 grabbed a gun and went for a walk along the creek bottom scouting for hog sign. The day was perfect, mid 60's, sun shining. Trees are starting to turn colors. I crunched through the leaves that had fallen and walked about a mile down the creek, winding my way through the brush, then crossed the creek and headed back walking the other side.
I jumped a couple of deer that trotted off a little ways and stood watching me. They seemed to know I wasn't after them. The dogs didn't even bother the deer; I guess everybody was in a peaceable mood today.
I checked all the feeders as I went by and made my way back to the Jeep about 5:00 still had a good 45 minutes before sundown. So I pulled out a Ziegenbach, and sat with the dogs for a little bit.
As the sun started to settle, I parked one of the dogs with the Jeep and took the other with me and walked to one of the feeders where it looked like a good bit of activity had been going on. I perched myself on a rock ledge where I had a good field of view and watched the sun go down.
Now this was one of those amazing Central Texas Fall sunsets that made the sky ablaze with color. I wasn't paying near as much attention to the feeder as I was the sky. The dog was content to lie down beside me and we waited for nightfall. I could hear the birds start to liven up as the sun dropped lower and lower, then the crickets got louder. Then the coyotes started their first song of the night and finally I heard the first pig squeal somewhere downstream. As it got darker I heard one of the far feeders go off, then another behind me, and finally the one where I was sitting. And I heard the pig squeal again closer.
It was full dark now and the dog and I were still sitting on this ledge just enjoying the evening cooling off, the nip was starting to permeate the air. And that pig was squealing closer all the time....then it started going back downstream. And went farther downstream.
At 7:30 I roused the dog that had gone plumb to sleep and we started back to the Jeep. I unloaded the guns and pulled out the other Ziegenbach. I told the dogs to "load up" and we headed for the house.
Sometimes you just don't have any luck hunting at all.
Smoke