When I pass a weekend like that just let us give thanks to my father and all I have been "taking" by the wonderful world of hunting by me and feel able to convey what it really means to mount.
been three days of hunting for truth, hunting with taste, charm and I have enjoyed as the first time I heard the beat a hound in question.
On Saturday we were a handful of friends in Vistalegre, farm where I have left my teeth hunters and where I enjoyed many great moments, as most of you know I'm not going alone to the post and enjoy sharing the moments Saw provides us with good friends. Today, I asked Josepi please accompany me, dear friend who enjoys the little big things in life, we had luck on 1 Sweeping Santa Juana, a beautiful headwall very inclinations as an escape from the big pigs. In 2 Santi Palomares and the gates to San Cristobal Santi Palomares Jr. Day was continuous water just as the laughter and shooting in some parts of the stain.
At the end of the day about 25 pig carcasses with a high collar consists of giggles and José Manuel Carlos Ortiz, who finished 6 of Santa Juana with the adventures of a good navajero.
On Sunday, Sunday 31 had a red circle on my calendar for some time. The hunt is Standfast, located in beautiful lace with huge oak Vilches and sweet grass. Everyone's favorite day and I knew that this was Perico, so the illusion to the pedi
rme to go with it was double, triple, when I learned that Tomy close the lineup of this day so exciting. From early morning revealed a different environment, there different people, people in certain parts of our country can find, people I met, enjoyed and heard in The Standfast. Wise people, hardened by the air of our Sierra Morena with which one is preoccupied listening to stories or just watching their eyes off goodness.
In the post, tranquility, complicity, laugh, smile, smile a lot, ultimately, happiness, that is what drives this passion overburden and especially those who want to share.
Besides all this, we pull and we watched as our neighbor, Jose Luis stayed with a lovely venao.
During the afternoon, more of the same, well, more and better, now it is very difficult to convey with words but sure most of you understand, saw sunset in the mountains and came home late, but there are times that you do not want them to finish ever. Peri, Tommy, thank you.
And finally we come to Sunday ... monteábamos Monteros Calancha with Tradition on this occasion was by the great Severo to hunt this beautiful land of the oaks of Vilches.
The earlier, as always, the only MT, our label, which is day after day in the mountains and in memory of friends who are with us and who appreciate this different environment. Sweepstakes organized and went armed millimeter closures to try to get the cattle does not empty these meadows that make it difficult to close to perfection without any response is empty. The lot number 5 in the closing Boards, a nice place with a headwall slightly complicated by the oaks, but flattered us even before reaching the board when a ball of deer stood a few meters from our position.
The morning promised, we had just a couple of minutes on the job and had already collected the first response. We had thrown a couple of deer when another appeared on the cloak of our left, we had located and did not move a hoof behind the shelter of a little guy and the shield of the sky behind her, a good while I was waiting when ... the venao! The venao! A drop off the venao downhill in our direction ... it's nice to throw Santi! Chipummm Chipumm ... ... the shot was complicated by race and the dense venao the oaks, but spent a long time and the place next door did not throw it so we had the doubt.
was nice dude! You see! It was the vein of the hunt ... .. it was not easy jod Santi ...
With this bittersweet minutes passed when we listened to our shady Rehal who hunted upstream approach, our neighbors did not stop shooting when the bark is increasingly approaching Moreover, in one of them an old doe out of jaral, you run your hand feet and plummets chipumm but the shot has been rear follow when a podenquete bark begins to beat in the jaral ... ... jai jai jai ... ... among the thickets and a mule to the river with a thousand horns low hours jumping between matocones the river, I put it to no more than forty meters I do not see! Damn! The viewer to 6 increases the doe I threw it across his chest for a while! The ruling and the ass and I repeat and I clipped it back, I have no bullets but my collar is about to re-attach it ... the venao stops, going to fall through ... ... to throw it again ... that vaaa!! The venao go running to one hundred per hour downstream trying to jump the fence in a couple of times he almost jump the kennels scream jumped the vein! We ran a few yards and hit a talegazo with a piece of wire that really ... I do not know how they say that these grasses are sweet ... I tried. Thank God Santi falls and gets to the vein and the body was half on the farm next door ... ... and the next thing pummmm were hugs, many hugs!
still had time to miss another venaete yy kill any more deer, but the work was done. And happiness flooded our faces, the marking of cattle and little way back with more desire than ever to have our day.
At the meeting of more than 80 deer meat, 16 vein and 1 buck.
been three days of hunting for truth, hunting with taste, charm and I have enjoyed as the first time I heard the beat a hound in question.
On Saturday we were a handful of friends in Vistalegre, farm where I have left my teeth hunters and where I enjoyed many great moments, as most of you know I'm not going alone to the post and enjoy sharing the moments Saw provides us with good friends. Today, I asked Josepi please accompany me, dear friend who enjoys the little big things in life, we had luck on 1 Sweeping Santa Juana, a beautiful headwall very inclinations as an escape from the big pigs. In 2 Santi Palomares and the gates to San Cristobal Santi Palomares Jr. Day was continuous water just as the laughter and shooting in some parts of the stain.
At the end of the day about 25 pig carcasses with a high collar consists of giggles and José Manuel Carlos Ortiz, who finished 6 of Santa Juana with the adventures of a good navajero.
On Sunday, Sunday 31 had a red circle on my calendar for some time. The hunt is Standfast, located in beautiful lace with huge oak Vilches and sweet grass. Everyone's favorite day and I knew that this was Perico, so the illusion to the pedi
rme to go with it was double, triple, when I learned that Tomy close the lineup of this day so exciting. From early morning revealed a different environment, there different people, people in certain parts of our country can find, people I met, enjoyed and heard in The Standfast. Wise people, hardened by the air of our Sierra Morena with which one is preoccupied listening to stories or just watching their eyes off goodness. In the post, tranquility, complicity, laugh, smile, smile a lot, ultimately, happiness, that is what drives this passion overburden and especially those who want to share.
Besides all this, we pull and we watched as our neighbor, Jose Luis stayed with a lovely venao.
During the afternoon, more of the same, well, more and better, now it is very difficult to convey with words but sure most of you understand, saw sunset in the mountains and came home late, but there are times that you do not want them to finish ever. Peri, Tommy, thank you.
And finally we come to Sunday ... monteábamos Monteros Calancha with Tradition on this occasion was by the great Severo to hunt this beautiful land of the oaks of Vilches.
The earlier, as always, the only MT, our label, which is day after day in the mountains and in memory of friends who are with us and who appreciate this different environment. Sweepstakes organized and went armed millimeter closures to try to get the cattle does not empty these meadows that make it difficult to close to perfection without any response is empty. The lot number 5 in the closing Boards, a nice place with a headwall slightly complicated by the oaks, but flattered us even before reaching the board when a ball of deer stood a few meters from our position.
The morning promised, we had just a couple of minutes on the job and had already collected the first response. We had thrown a couple of deer when another appeared on the cloak of our left, we had located and did not move a hoof behind the shelter of a little guy and the shield of the sky behind her, a good while I was waiting when ... the venao! The venao! A drop off the venao downhill in our direction ... it's nice to throw Santi! Chipummm Chipumm ... ... the shot was complicated by race and the dense venao the oaks, but spent a long time and the place next door did not throw it so we had the doubt.
was nice dude! You see! It was the vein of the hunt ... .. it was not easy jod Santi ...
With this bittersweet minutes passed when we listened to our shady Rehal who hunted upstream approach, our neighbors did not stop shooting when the bark is increasingly approaching Moreover, in one of them an old doe out of jaral, you run your hand feet and plummets chipumm but the shot has been rear follow when a podenquete bark begins to beat in the jaral ... ... jai jai jai ... ... among the thickets and a mule to the river with a thousand horns low hours jumping between matocones the river, I put it to no more than forty meters I do not see! Damn! The viewer to 6 increases the doe I threw it across his chest for a while! The ruling and the ass and I repeat and I clipped it back, I have no bullets but my collar is about to re-attach it ... the venao stops, going to fall through ... ... to throw it again ... that vaaa!! The venao go running to one hundred per hour downstream trying to jump the fence in a couple of times he almost jump the kennels scream jumped the vein! We ran a few yards and hit a talegazo with a piece of wire that really ... I do not know how they say that these grasses are sweet ... I tried. Thank God Santi falls and gets to the vein and the body was half on the farm next door ... ... and the next thing pummmm were hugs, many hugs!
still had time to miss another venaete yy kill any more deer, but the work was done. And happiness flooded our faces, the marking of cattle and little way back with more desire than ever to have our day.
At the meeting of more than 80 deer meat, 16 vein and 1 buck.
Hoy la virgen de la cabeza nos ha regalado un bonito ejemplar de su sierra con el recordatorio S.V y A.P
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