The air whistled across the West Texas desert. Screaming copper pierced the space between me and the target. Six-hundred-fifty yards down range the bullet hit the cliff face with a pop – a miss.
“You hit the rock above him,” Steve (Rokks) said.
“Damn it,” spit through my teeth involuntarily. I gauged the bucket of harassment I was going to endure for missing the largest aoudad ram we’d seen all week.
Read MoreSometimes, the best decisions begin with a drink and solitude. I was left to my own devices one evening during my wife’s basketball season, which is a rarity as she is usually gone four or five nights a week, traveling the campuses east of the Mississippi refereeing women’s college basketball. Those nights leave me providing taxi service, meal prep, and looking over homework for our seventh grade daughter and third grade son. I’m not much of a basketball fan. I played until my freshman year of high school, when I decided it got in the way of me heading to the tree stand on a nightly basis, which would be a decision I have never regretted.
Read MoreI've done things - hunted in Tajikistan, Russia, Australia, Croatia, hell I tried bungee jumping in Mexico. But way at the end of my bucket list, put there when I started a list over 25 years ago (when dialup internet was a thing) - was an adventure that didn't involve guns or dudes checking a bungee harness after a belt of tequila - it was the San Fermin Festival. Popularly known as the "Running of the Bulls" in the tiny town of Pamplona, Spain.
Read MoreTo say this was an adventure of a lifetime would be an understatement. From watching people surf at Bondi Beach in Sydney to traveling human isolated dirt roads in the true Outback of the Northern Territory with all the top notch hunting in between. These hunts were with the best guys behind guns, cameras and our new mates from Big Country Safaris and The Last Frontier Safaris beside us.
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