It's 7:15 am when the phone me out of my lethargy is Santi. Now, the awaited day has arrived, the nerves on this occasion have sprung up early in the morning. I pick it up and we headed for Marmolejo, finally let us all join again. We arrived at the meeting
entering in the corridors of friends, hugging one to one we move on, a final review of the Salve bajini and if so ... now I started.
navies will luck out and 4 of the Barranco del Moral, a strut end wall overlooking a stunning horseshoe-shaped, not closed, but in the highlands with a squeeze of pine leaves hardly any sight claret .
Everything is ready, we ready and the Rehal cars starting to move their point of release, some shots in the upper parts of the farm and ... Santi! Santi! A venao! Venao see a pretty nice sheen off the hook between us and 5 of the Moral, be covering between kills and kills with the continuing cost to the sky in the background ... can not try to pull the venao goes off and enter the five that gave a good account him. Look at my collar, nod ... "was not pa us."
Hauls flowed in the upper parts in the back and listened to the first delas Rehal loose a bark in the shady back makes me peek behind the oak tree that we cover the sun by corner of my eye I see a vein that goes off the highest part of the hill, Santi! The venao! Pinnn Chimm ... .... Piinnn chi ... ... I like some shooting remains low and appears not touched it, Good! The first shot of the day! And our faces change radicalemnte, tempers are multiplied when the bark back just give us time to comment on the release ... I see a very pretty venao the same steps, is very high and I have no support
... me shooting the ground running hand water a foot! The venao is slow the second shot, slows and it seems that you lose touch ... but the pines, the dogs while entering and nothing, take a podenquero and look at anything, so ... we are not very thin. The bark is happening and there are several animals that we see out of our mess, a big pig and a deer spectacular behind us, but our neighbor is not the work.
Finally a couple of Rehal enter our headwall, so more cerrao, where cattle have been lost ... we almost stopped to see them when ... .. jai jai jai ... ... there goes the vein traaaaaaas opa !!!!!! Chimmmm .... Pummmmmm!! This will kill the vein!! Neither
loosened a whole realm! We melted into an embrace that leaves emerge all the stress accumulated during the morning the night before last week, work problems, the rest of the world does not exist, only that set, that hug, that face of Santi, the hoarse voice of podenquero ...
We enjoy the release and comment over and over again, the morning
passes and we see Several vein we can not throw, just as we hear the voices of the mountain when a good ball to pick up cattle in the pines ... is a vein! Santi, the latter is a venao ... lean ... go by the deer until after ten minutes of hesitation the venao shows his side after a mastic ... throw it .... Pummm! ... see the deer do not move, or have heard, have you given? ... fuck! look! Neither I nor ... ciervas…ni el venao se han enterado…aguantando, esperando el momento que sólo el sabía…en el momento justo mi collera completa el cupo con un lance impresionante. Más abrazos!!! La mañana va llegando a su fin y es momento de la paliza, comienzo a repechar apreciando ahora sí!! El cerro que teníamos enfrente.
Un día de montería inmejorable para nosotros, en la junta más de lo mismo, han fallado algunos puestos que para mí eran los mejores pero esto es la montería.
En total, 48 venaos, 9 gamos y 5 cochinos. Difícilmente podíamos soñar con un inicio tan bueno. Enhorabuena a Paco Ramos por la gestión de esta finca y a todo el equipo M.T, nuestro sello is evident in each day, we shall touch the animals or not ...
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