A Copper Sky
“Not unlike the shine and hue of a newly minted penny!” The remark came a voice beneath a properly worn and worn well brown felt hat. “Spect there’s a harsh wind blowing across the western plains. Likely will be getting here around near dark, about the time Venus...
When the Hounds Bark Treed
“They’re treed! Let’s go, let’s go, lets go!” shouted my dad while taking off at a fast trot. I did my best to follow. My six-year-old legs were not long enough to equal my Dad’s stride, but I followed as best I could at a near all-out run. Soon, Dad was a hundred...
Moving Forward
I was crawling, attempting to get close to a majestic red sheep.
Hunting Spanish Beceite – Challenging Game In A Beautiful Country
“Tomorrow early, breakfast well before daylight. We need to be about an hour east of the hotel by the time black fades to gray! But tonight we eat well. I have ordered for you a variety of specialized Spanish dishes, including pork, beef and vegetables. Try a bit of...
Sierra Nevada – Ibex On The Med.
Alfonso extended backwards his lowered, open palm left hand indicating to stop. As I did, using his right hand he pointed toward the horizon. My eyes moved upward. There stood a young male Sierra Nevada ibex staring in our direction. “Poco, poco!” cautioned my guide...
The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly When You’re Trying To Hunt
Pedro Alacron and I were at a taxidermist in Cordoba, Spain to drop off my Beceite and Southeastern Ibex at a local taxidermist. They would prepare the skins and skulls for export to my taxidermist, Double Nickle Taxidermy in Texas. While filling out paperwork I...
Properly Grounded!
Our shipment of cattle feed arrived later than expected and took much longer to unload than I had anticipated. I badly wanted to hunt deer that afternoon. A cool front had passed through our area. Whitetails would be moving late afternoon. Sun near sinking into the...
Chester Saves the Day
As was the case the last several days, the bay and three sorrels had not moved far from where they had been hobbled the evening before. The dappled gray gelding, Chester? No telling where he had roamed. I had seen him run with tight hobbles as fast the other horses...