Today I am particularly nervous of Tradition Monteros hunt makes me particularly sensitive, but today they accumulate over a series of circumstances that accelerate more my hunch. I'm next door, is a farm I know, I know that there are good vein, the expectations are highest and it seems that my father will accompany the post after 6 years without stepping on a hunt.
These nerves make prayer when the mind becomes confused between this dream since the day he does not raise, the boots that I have forgotten ...
begins lucky draw and send me one of my favorite armed and a pretty nice place, a beautiful cross into a ravine where both vein as pigs have to meet.
Santi and I are nervous, anxious, we note ... so while we left until the boot that has been prepared last night serves as a calming and an excuse to share something with PEDRET, Talo, Paco, Nono ... sharing and perhaps join the union, this feeling enveloped you need in these times of nervousness. We
to put a stone next to a tree in a puntalete that overlooks a headwall dotted with oaks, with a small valley below jaras closed. We studied the vereas, we discuss, we like, it's beautiful. Poncho turn on the radio and asked about the visibility, there are times when the fog makes me appreciate all the ravine, how wonderful! If you stay well ... but again a thick white cloud that illusion draws me more than an hour fight that dense white cloud and I for my dream, until the umpire stepped in, the rain, which started with me wanting to ally himself to miss the ravine to the thief of dreams.
Let's drop! And almost was one ... the first beat of a hound and the first race of a vein, the valley, has a dog that has really stuck up our feet, I see high, challenging faces Santi and sends a message, the venao is stopped, the brave hound is poured on top, is biting the hindquarters ... but there it is our memory, hound and vein together lost by the small valley. You've enganchao, it is clear ... to see if they give him.
had not finished digesting the first set when more barking deer on front chest, two venaetes, other barks back, I feel the mountain! You are here ... but a tremendous jaral not let me see, I stand in a half-meter verea check for the guard to get the job ... no more than four meters a deer passes slowly, his Gabbatha behind ... and follow it a nice luchaderas ... throw it! ... I go up and see how it ends up that horn that has crept into the verea, three points, but very small, last fall a task he has played this ... it is 12 am and This just started so luchaderas and vein crossing the unperturbed verea to the attacker who had a few steps. Another
collar over the top! I do not know whether to look backward, forward, run everywhere they attack me! They are small, one is a spectacular ...
Vareto dogs go in behind us, a quiet break more runs unreal, a pig! Between dog and see a dirty dog \u200b\u200bthat seems to go to us but we do not see me from the top of the stone can not find the trip of the animal, a dog is behind it ... when ... s! cojoooooo! to no more than two meters, the pig gets me the stone pudiéndole make a shot without even addressing, yes ... marranete covering the ground in a cloud in the same verea where he entered the rundown palm Santi makes another unsuccessful shot apparent. The dogs spend
, water tight and hands begin to separate from the body, the cap fails to fulfill its function, has teamed up with water and just let me see, the tension has made or will appreciate that the water has soaked to the skin.
I'm still in the stone, now making and turning to the verea, above the collar, which passed through the small valley ... the bark away and the sound of rain on the backpack stolen the spotlight to chop down the mountain, hound to beat. One by one I reviewing the vereas, the clarets ... when the body is paralyzed completely, venao go! In this verea I looked again a hundred times, the cliff rising above a beautiful venao comes slowly, and I've seen Instead of following the way he rails at me, my eyes are going up again, this one, a beautiful palm, open, challenging, majestic ... I just see his chest ... I think ... or maybe I rushed, I do not know ... but I want Pummer Chimm mine ... ... I close my eyes and I see him fall, but no, even more challenging opportunity arises, and just when I face charge starts to run up the hill, stands in a jaral, to put it again, stands ... ... pummm Chimm ... and rest, low venao downhill like crazy, I think that end in the valley, at auction, but does not leave, do not see it, Santi says he goes! That is but lost touch ... I
Disappointment invade, I've had here has given me my chance and I have not kept pace, can not be. And I'm turning the set, looking for a reason to calm me down, but there is none, I have been punctured and is pouring with rain.
Dogs begin their return, a band of mount break our attempt to justify the error by vallejo ... ... a pig! Chimm ... pummm! You run your hand very well and the pig falls made a taco.
But not watch it, the palm open, over, buckled, I stop a second quiet.
Dogs are already in front of us, begin to gather to load, go to the place where I threw the vein, but it is impossible, there's nothing you can give us some clue, Alberto in the three appears to have thrown a vein for the possible escape of mine, but as I said is not the same, says it was not so great. I have nothing to keep looking so we will see Santi vein that marked the kennels, we find it hard enough to find him, but after a while we see a Regajo, is very old, missing many points and since then it seems half of what I thought, yet the illusion is tremendous, the set was beautiful.
We got in the car after four in the afternoon, sweaty and wet, tired, going to the farm with that bittersweet but happy, happy until I am told each other that have Cobrão a vein of very good 14 points above my job is mine, no doubt. About me address a dogcatcher, others to another, so I ride in the car, and look, I do not know who to look, but wonder at the loose, everyone has heard but no one tells me anything until I Joaquin crossed with ... I know where I can be! Let 's go! I am amazed, finally someone a bit quiet these nerves, the anxiety.
We went to where he thinks it was a vein, we seek, but I find it strange that my vein came to the ravine where we were, but I have to follow him, for me, for the hunt, there is a vein ... shot in the bottom sheet pallets, but no, not mine. Thank
Joaquin tremendous gesture, it is very difficult to find such people, people without any intention of receiving anything in return gives everything, because I feel because it comes from within, because he likes, not my vein but appreciate and remember each Once you leave the field this gesture of Joaquin just got to calm down, which I shared my concern. Joaquin heart congratulations because you live it as few people and again thanks.
At the meeting presented the vein and I offered it to some friends who apparently punctured a vein in the area.
And the night over my days of hunting ...
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