Well this mornings hunt at Charlie’s ranch was the Capitol and RecurveJames show.
James and his son Joshua took the tree line to the right, Mini Mister and I took up position behind Mark, The main objective here was to get Mark on a dog knowing if he killed something it would mean the return of my Happy Buddy Mark. Not the one that complains a lot.
After about 15 minutes of calling it was all Wyatt and I could do to not throw rocks at Mark’s back. We did restrain though because I was sure a dog was going to come busting through that dry creek below him.
After a few minutes Wyatt heard a dog barking behind us in the plumb orchard. I took this picture and moved to a tree line behind us.
I didn’t know that Mark heard me moving and was in position to my right.
Even though it was still a bit dark I could see the dog on the plumb fence line, sitting and barking at something I couldn’t see. I was a bit surprised that he wasn’t barking at us but that was perfect, he had no idea where we were.
I slowly stuck my barrel through the tree branches and brought the rifle up. To the right of my FOV here comes a stupid black cow-which now that I think about it Mark had to of kicked out of where he just moved into…
The stupid cow stops right in front of me. I can still see the dog over it’s back but it was too close, I couldn’t risk injuring one of Charlie’s cows for a dog.
In the meantime I’m waving my hands at the cow to get it to keep moving but this was a perfect example of bovine brilliance, it just stood there chewing it’s cud and staring at me. I moved to my right to get a shot just in time to see the dog wonder off into the plumbs. And that’s pretty much how my day was set to continue.
While moving to another stand Mark and James see a dog looking at us in the pasture. Mark used a tree to get a steady rest and let one fly. We all thought the dog went down but a few seconds later we saw it running off at gold medal pace. Oh well.
As we were walking to the east side of the property James said we should try calling a place that we normally passed up, with nothing too loose we set up.
James and Mark went along a fence line giving them excellent cover for the creek and pasture to the right.
I stayed with the boys on the road to call knowing everything to there left was mine. Shortly into calling I see a dog at about 200 yards to the left of the guys. Knowing they can’t see it I lean back and tell the boys to plug they’re ears. As I reacquire the dog in the scope a shot rings out. In my scope I see the dog getting blown backwards and cart wheeling into the dry creek.
Mark punked me again, somehow he saw it and made a 170+ yard shot putting one right in the boilermaker a second before I was going to shoot.
Even though I didn’t get the dog it was really cool seeing the whole process in my scope! I was happy for Mark too, he was feeling bad about his miss earlier. As I caught up to them you couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. It quickly vanished as we got to the spot where the dog should have been but wasn’t.
Mark was pretty harsh on himself thinking he’d missed again. I assured him I saw the whole thing and that it looked like someone had a rope around the dogs neck and ripped it into the bushes.
We jumped over a fence and after about 5 minutes James found the dog about 10 yards from where it was shot.
The smile was back.
I told him he looked like a dork with the rag on his head so he posed for another picture.
I know-still looks like a dork…
Here was the shot, the dog was centered in the tree line. I zoomed in to make this fill the frame.
At one of our last stands near the beaver pond James took this little female at 20 yards!
The boys had to ham it up.
We took this one for James’ wife MiMi, who just had the truck cleaned!
James and his son Joshua took the tree line to the right, Mini Mister and I took up position behind Mark, The main objective here was to get Mark on a dog knowing if he killed something it would mean the return of my Happy Buddy Mark. Not the one that complains a lot.
After about 15 minutes of calling it was all Wyatt and I could do to not throw rocks at Mark’s back. We did restrain though because I was sure a dog was going to come busting through that dry creek below him.
After a few minutes Wyatt heard a dog barking behind us in the plumb orchard. I took this picture and moved to a tree line behind us.
I didn’t know that Mark heard me moving and was in position to my right.
Even though it was still a bit dark I could see the dog on the plumb fence line, sitting and barking at something I couldn’t see. I was a bit surprised that he wasn’t barking at us but that was perfect, he had no idea where we were.
I slowly stuck my barrel through the tree branches and brought the rifle up. To the right of my FOV here comes a stupid black cow-which now that I think about it Mark had to of kicked out of where he just moved into…
The stupid cow stops right in front of me. I can still see the dog over it’s back but it was too close, I couldn’t risk injuring one of Charlie’s cows for a dog.
In the meantime I’m waving my hands at the cow to get it to keep moving but this was a perfect example of bovine brilliance, it just stood there chewing it’s cud and staring at me. I moved to my right to get a shot just in time to see the dog wonder off into the plumbs. And that’s pretty much how my day was set to continue.
While moving to another stand Mark and James see a dog looking at us in the pasture. Mark used a tree to get a steady rest and let one fly. We all thought the dog went down but a few seconds later we saw it running off at gold medal pace. Oh well.
As we were walking to the east side of the property James said we should try calling a place that we normally passed up, with nothing too loose we set up.
James and Mark went along a fence line giving them excellent cover for the creek and pasture to the right.
I stayed with the boys on the road to call knowing everything to there left was mine. Shortly into calling I see a dog at about 200 yards to the left of the guys. Knowing they can’t see it I lean back and tell the boys to plug they’re ears. As I reacquire the dog in the scope a shot rings out. In my scope I see the dog getting blown backwards and cart wheeling into the dry creek.
Mark punked me again, somehow he saw it and made a 170+ yard shot putting one right in the boilermaker a second before I was going to shoot.
Even though I didn’t get the dog it was really cool seeing the whole process in my scope! I was happy for Mark too, he was feeling bad about his miss earlier. As I caught up to them you couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. It quickly vanished as we got to the spot where the dog should have been but wasn’t.
Mark was pretty harsh on himself thinking he’d missed again. I assured him I saw the whole thing and that it looked like someone had a rope around the dogs neck and ripped it into the bushes.
We jumped over a fence and after about 5 minutes James found the dog about 10 yards from where it was shot.
The smile was back.
I told him he looked like a dork with the rag on his head so he posed for another picture.
I know-still looks like a dork…
Here was the shot, the dog was centered in the tree line. I zoomed in to make this fill the frame.
At one of our last stands near the beaver pond James took this little female at 20 yards!
The boys had to ham it up.
We took this one for James’ wife MiMi, who just had the truck cleaned!
