Tracker47
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So you folks know, this is the Email I have sent out to my friends, a couple message boards and Blogs. Some items were deleted so as to not identify my hunting partners.
Thanks for everything, I had a great time and if my health allows, and you are willing to put up with me, I will be back.
Here's some hog pictures I took. That has angered guides in the past. I really did see more than I told anyone about. Frankly, I don't need more than one hog, it's just me and Sue and we already eat game 4 nights a week. We shoot a lot of pheasant.
You have a fine place there. Feel free to list me as a reference. You can forward this entire message if you like.
Email address is [email protected],
Mail address is:
Ted Recupero
PO Box 117
Kanosh UT 84637
Subject: Full trip report. Gilberto, Toshi and Ted's Excellent Texas trip
OK Guys, you asked, here's the report...
Minor insignificant changes made to the gospel truth for better story flow.
Coloquialism Mode: ON (Any offense to Texans is not intentional)
Ah Till Yoo Wot! Did we see Hawgs!
I only bagged one hog. I was really hoping for a shot at a javelina even though I signed up for pig hunt so didn't shoot the pigs I saw. It may sound dumb, but it's me being who and what I am. Some of you know me, the rest of you are lucky.
When we arrived they had just received 10" of rain, flash floods, roads closed, and the woods and otherwise good roads were a mess. The guide worked his *** off trying to get us on hogs the first night, and didn't quit till he found a way to get us on stand. We saw hogs the first night, but my buddy has a peep sight on his 45-70 and can't shoot unless there is really good light. I only had my 44 with me at the time and the shot was a bit farther than I wanted to take. Tracking a wounded hog into the cactus after dark didn't seem like a good idea, as I found out a couple nights later. We all had multiple opportuniies to take several hogs. We each got one, and could easily have taken several more but for our own failings.
We saw at least a hundred hogs. I took one the night before we left, mostly to not go home empty handed. I had wanted a javelina and wasn't going to shoot and scare them off. Hogs is what I told them I wanted, and sure enough, they delivered.
I had aggravated my neck the second morning being hunched over, looking through the slot in a very nice comfortable blind and was actually in quite a bit of pain most of the day. Nothing new there, 2 surgeries, 2 plates, ten screws already. That evening William put me in an older beat up blind that had the slot cut way too high for most folks. It was perfect for me, I could sit up dead straight. I don't know if this was intentional or not. I'll give him the credit for it.
I watched quail run around, saw an armadillo, a couple rabbits, and then some hogs wandered out into the open, and then they left. I watched this one come out by himself, I took his picture a few times. I tried easing out of the blind to stalk up on him and take him with the .44, but he ran off. He came back a couple minutes later and I took him with the .308 Striker at about 60 yards.
I fired, he spun around twice and went down, got up and ran into the cactus. DAMN! I waited a minute, got out of the blind, went and looked for blood. I found plenty, along with enough material to know he wasn't going far. I grabbed my light, as it was getting dark, drew the redhawk and went in...... I took a few steps, getting shot full of little thorns from a plant that I didn't know about until that moment, and then I saw two little beady glowing yellow things looking at me. I took careful aim and fired right between them. I got down and looked closer with the light and saw a big hole in the mud. It was just water filled tracks I had seen, as I said, it was dark, and the black hog was on black mud. I looked for the blood trail again and saw that it seemed to lead farther into the nearly impassable cactus patch. I headed back out and when William (the guide) came to pick me up, I told him all about it.
William called Pete (the boss) to run the dog. Outfitter rule: NOBODY but Pete has a gun when that dog is working. I emptied my gun and left it in the truck. Pete gets there, grabs his .22 and the dog starts in, but he doesn't go anywhere, he just starts snarling and stuff. The hog was laying right there, very dead, with a cur biting at it. If I had looked to the right when I turned around, I could have seen it, if it wasn't mud colored, laying on mud, in the dark. That hog hadn't lasted maybe 4 seconds after I fired. There was joy in Mudville. I lost one animal way back when, you're all tired of hearing that story, but I'l be damned, it'll never happen again.
I start dragging the hog out, about 20 feet total and I am just about out when I slip and start falling backwards....OH NO!....I KNOW WHAT IS BEHIND ME! I twisted violently to avoid hitting the whole cactus with my whole back. I took quite a few in my lower back and right butt cheek. The cactus between me and Gil in the picture is the one I fell into. It didn't seem to suffer as much as I did. I think I still have a couple pieces of those tiny thorns under my skin in my "lower lower back" and I hope they find their way out today. Uncomfortable, to say the least.
We hauled the hog back to the lodge, me sitting on my left butt cheek the whole way and hunched over funny to keep my thorn loaded shirt from touching me. We hosed it off, gutted it, ate dinner, quartered it, put it in the cooler, showered and I was in bed about midnight. I didn't hunt the last morning due to my neck acting up with a vengeance, and I didn't need or want another hog.
We had no trouble with the guns at the airports, in fact the folks in SanAntonio were most accommodating. The TSA guy saw my two handguns and started talking excessive recoil with us, but then other customers showed up. We left San Antonio at 5:05, spent a 3 hour layover in Vegas. I won $100 in a 25 cent airport VP machine for a net gain of $93. The TSA was doing random screenings, so Toshi got pulled out of line and double checked. They pulled every fifth person from the "Line". If you are familiar with SouthWest airlines, there are no assigned seats, just boarding order. Toshi dropped me off at the Center at about 0120,
My shot had hit right where I aimed it, low behind the shoulder. There was nothing inside the chest cavity that was intact, or even identifiable. How can anything get hit like that and still move?
A 5 1/2' rattler was on the road when we were heading back to the lodge for lunch on day two. The driver yells,"KEEL THOT THANG!", which is Texan for, "My good man, if you you wouldn't mind troubling yourself, please disembark from the vehicle, aim your revolver carefully and fire, hopefully dispatching that sinister serpentine spawn of Satan to the deepest, darkest hottest level of hell where it belongs with the rest of it's kind". I don't think it would be fun to be that hated. Anyway, we took some pictures with the dead snake, some slightly dignified, some not not so much.
I left home filled with apprehension due to a trip with my wife last fall, an unfortunate encounter with "Drunken Lazy Cowboy Outfitters of Northeastern Wyoming, Inc". My apprehension was laid to rest one minute after we landed in SanAntonio, I called William, our guide who I hope to see again, and he was already at the airport to pick us up. I got another call two minutes later from Barara at the lodge making sure everything was good. This is 3 minutes after our plane landed. We got picked up in a clean comforatble newer model Excursion, We stopped for licenses and lunch on the way to the lodge.
This is the best place I have been to. The guide worked harder than I any I have ever seen, the homemade food was excellent or better and there was no shortage of it. The lodge itself was like something out of a movie, heads, hides, lots of neat old stuff. No pansy decorators involved here. The fridge had the full selection of soft drinks. The cabins were more than adequate, showers in each cabin, mattresses, clean sheets and towels, air conditioned. They have more hogs there than I have seen in my life. Buck, the Yellow Cur, is not only good at finding hogs, he is a good listener and enjoys the company of hunters, as do the other two dogs there. I am a dog person, and that was a nice touch. I have a strong suspicion that Sue and I will be visiting these folks next year for another hunt. They do exotic hunts too, and she would like a blackbuck. I still want a javelina, and that will be the only thing I will tell them I want next year.
Here's the contact info:
http://huntinfo.com/hht/
Pete Ray
(830) 466-5294
(936) 465-0398
P.O. Box 1121
Pearsall, TX 78061
[email protected]
Thanks for everything, I had a great time and if my health allows, and you are willing to put up with me, I will be back.
Here's some hog pictures I took. That has angered guides in the past. I really did see more than I told anyone about. Frankly, I don't need more than one hog, it's just me and Sue and we already eat game 4 nights a week. We shoot a lot of pheasant.
You have a fine place there. Feel free to list me as a reference. You can forward this entire message if you like.
Email address is [email protected],
Mail address is:
Ted Recupero
PO Box 117
Kanosh UT 84637
Subject: Full trip report. Gilberto, Toshi and Ted's Excellent Texas trip
OK Guys, you asked, here's the report...
Minor insignificant changes made to the gospel truth for better story flow.
Coloquialism Mode: ON (Any offense to Texans is not intentional)
Ah Till Yoo Wot! Did we see Hawgs!
I only bagged one hog. I was really hoping for a shot at a javelina even though I signed up for pig hunt so didn't shoot the pigs I saw. It may sound dumb, but it's me being who and what I am. Some of you know me, the rest of you are lucky.
When we arrived they had just received 10" of rain, flash floods, roads closed, and the woods and otherwise good roads were a mess. The guide worked his *** off trying to get us on hogs the first night, and didn't quit till he found a way to get us on stand. We saw hogs the first night, but my buddy has a peep sight on his 45-70 and can't shoot unless there is really good light. I only had my 44 with me at the time and the shot was a bit farther than I wanted to take. Tracking a wounded hog into the cactus after dark didn't seem like a good idea, as I found out a couple nights later. We all had multiple opportuniies to take several hogs. We each got one, and could easily have taken several more but for our own failings.
We saw at least a hundred hogs. I took one the night before we left, mostly to not go home empty handed. I had wanted a javelina and wasn't going to shoot and scare them off. Hogs is what I told them I wanted, and sure enough, they delivered.
I had aggravated my neck the second morning being hunched over, looking through the slot in a very nice comfortable blind and was actually in quite a bit of pain most of the day. Nothing new there, 2 surgeries, 2 plates, ten screws already. That evening William put me in an older beat up blind that had the slot cut way too high for most folks. It was perfect for me, I could sit up dead straight. I don't know if this was intentional or not. I'll give him the credit for it.
I watched quail run around, saw an armadillo, a couple rabbits, and then some hogs wandered out into the open, and then they left. I watched this one come out by himself, I took his picture a few times. I tried easing out of the blind to stalk up on him and take him with the .44, but he ran off. He came back a couple minutes later and I took him with the .308 Striker at about 60 yards.
I fired, he spun around twice and went down, got up and ran into the cactus. DAMN! I waited a minute, got out of the blind, went and looked for blood. I found plenty, along with enough material to know he wasn't going far. I grabbed my light, as it was getting dark, drew the redhawk and went in...... I took a few steps, getting shot full of little thorns from a plant that I didn't know about until that moment, and then I saw two little beady glowing yellow things looking at me. I took careful aim and fired right between them. I got down and looked closer with the light and saw a big hole in the mud. It was just water filled tracks I had seen, as I said, it was dark, and the black hog was on black mud. I looked for the blood trail again and saw that it seemed to lead farther into the nearly impassable cactus patch. I headed back out and when William (the guide) came to pick me up, I told him all about it.
William called Pete (the boss) to run the dog. Outfitter rule: NOBODY but Pete has a gun when that dog is working. I emptied my gun and left it in the truck. Pete gets there, grabs his .22 and the dog starts in, but he doesn't go anywhere, he just starts snarling and stuff. The hog was laying right there, very dead, with a cur biting at it. If I had looked to the right when I turned around, I could have seen it, if it wasn't mud colored, laying on mud, in the dark. That hog hadn't lasted maybe 4 seconds after I fired. There was joy in Mudville. I lost one animal way back when, you're all tired of hearing that story, but I'l be damned, it'll never happen again.
I start dragging the hog out, about 20 feet total and I am just about out when I slip and start falling backwards....OH NO!....I KNOW WHAT IS BEHIND ME! I twisted violently to avoid hitting the whole cactus with my whole back. I took quite a few in my lower back and right butt cheek. The cactus between me and Gil in the picture is the one I fell into. It didn't seem to suffer as much as I did. I think I still have a couple pieces of those tiny thorns under my skin in my "lower lower back" and I hope they find their way out today. Uncomfortable, to say the least.
We hauled the hog back to the lodge, me sitting on my left butt cheek the whole way and hunched over funny to keep my thorn loaded shirt from touching me. We hosed it off, gutted it, ate dinner, quartered it, put it in the cooler, showered and I was in bed about midnight. I didn't hunt the last morning due to my neck acting up with a vengeance, and I didn't need or want another hog.
We had no trouble with the guns at the airports, in fact the folks in SanAntonio were most accommodating. The TSA guy saw my two handguns and started talking excessive recoil with us, but then other customers showed up. We left San Antonio at 5:05, spent a 3 hour layover in Vegas. I won $100 in a 25 cent airport VP machine for a net gain of $93. The TSA was doing random screenings, so Toshi got pulled out of line and double checked. They pulled every fifth person from the "Line". If you are familiar with SouthWest airlines, there are no assigned seats, just boarding order. Toshi dropped me off at the Center at about 0120,
My shot had hit right where I aimed it, low behind the shoulder. There was nothing inside the chest cavity that was intact, or even identifiable. How can anything get hit like that and still move?
A 5 1/2' rattler was on the road when we were heading back to the lodge for lunch on day two. The driver yells,"KEEL THOT THANG!", which is Texan for, "My good man, if you you wouldn't mind troubling yourself, please disembark from the vehicle, aim your revolver carefully and fire, hopefully dispatching that sinister serpentine spawn of Satan to the deepest, darkest hottest level of hell where it belongs with the rest of it's kind". I don't think it would be fun to be that hated. Anyway, we took some pictures with the dead snake, some slightly dignified, some not not so much.
I left home filled with apprehension due to a trip with my wife last fall, an unfortunate encounter with "Drunken Lazy Cowboy Outfitters of Northeastern Wyoming, Inc". My apprehension was laid to rest one minute after we landed in SanAntonio, I called William, our guide who I hope to see again, and he was already at the airport to pick us up. I got another call two minutes later from Barara at the lodge making sure everything was good. This is 3 minutes after our plane landed. We got picked up in a clean comforatble newer model Excursion, We stopped for licenses and lunch on the way to the lodge.
This is the best place I have been to. The guide worked harder than I any I have ever seen, the homemade food was excellent or better and there was no shortage of it. The lodge itself was like something out of a movie, heads, hides, lots of neat old stuff. No pansy decorators involved here. The fridge had the full selection of soft drinks. The cabins were more than adequate, showers in each cabin, mattresses, clean sheets and towels, air conditioned. They have more hogs there than I have seen in my life. Buck, the Yellow Cur, is not only good at finding hogs, he is a good listener and enjoys the company of hunters, as do the other two dogs there. I am a dog person, and that was a nice touch. I have a strong suspicion that Sue and I will be visiting these folks next year for another hunt. They do exotic hunts too, and she would like a blackbuck. I still want a javelina, and that will be the only thing I will tell them I want next year.
Here's the contact info:
http://huntinfo.com/hht/
Pete Ray
(830) 466-5294
(936) 465-0398
P.O. Box 1121
Pearsall, TX 78061
[email protected]
