Monday, August 22, 2016

I always like hunting more than fishing, but they are both equally rewarding. The only problem with fishing is that sometimes you don't catch any fish!
Plus when you do, it's not that much to eat. So I tend to hunt as much as I can. 

Things like to bring when I go hunting are my dog, for starters she's a great wing woman, my gun, my overalls, my camo backpack, and a knife. 

This combination of items can offer rather interesting times of entertainment without much effort. Usually, I'll pick the dirt from my fingernails with my knife while waiting to shoot something, the easiest way to consistently groom myself. Also, I like to cut random branches so that I start wood carving anything I want. I'm not that good, but my dad is and he always wanted me to learn. It's good for passing time when you have nothing to shoot at. 

I'll also shoot my gun at random things, like a can on the ground several meters away. It pays off to know how to arm and aim as fast as possible. You never know when something can sneak up on you without you knowing until you know. 

More people should learn how to handle weapons these days, it's good knowledge and it is almost necessary these days. 

My last hunting trip I took a friend who didn't even know how to turn the safety off, so that was pretty annoying. She was hot though so I didn't mind it enough to not invite her. I like teaching people these things to make them knowledgeable about whatever they want to know.  

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Welcome to my hunt and fishing blog!
This is where I will be posting all my venture stories during hunting and fishing throughout the great state of Texas!

I live on a border town called Texarkana. It's a little town but if you're creative, like me, you can find plenty to do.

I'll go ahead and start with my first story:

It was an early Wednesday morning and I wanted to catch some gain for supper. So I grabbed my rifle and my dog then headed out toward a popular spot I typically go to, I'll spare you the geographical location since most of you are probably unfamiliar with this place.

I went to a post I had setup last weekend while off work to shoot from a higher position.
Fully camo, I waited patiently while feeding milkbones to my dog, Betty, who's noticeably had too many.

Unfortunately, no deer or bucks showed up for a while.

But, while carefully waiting, I heard a faint gurgling noise that you would hear from a clogged up drain or even a dying animal.
I disregarded the sound for a while, but gradually it kept getting closer.

Around this time is where my dog stopped eating her milkbone and fixated on the sound, this caught my attention since she has a keen feeling for things.

So I climb down from my post with my dog, and started to inspect where the sound was coming from.

As I'm moving through decaying branches, I notice a wounded deer, somehow I missed that. The deer had been shot, but I'm assuming it ran away and the shooter never found him.

Didn't want the poor sucker to lay there choking on its own blood so I shot him in the face and took him home for supper.