Great weekend 
The
Chaparrón could finally enjoy this beautiful estate that both enjoy every time I step and that makes me feel so hounds. We hunted with 30
stain Membrillejo, now would be by Santi V. with whom to enjoy an unforgettable day. Hunting in the rain to chase family is breathing a different atmosphere from breakfast and the environment that floods to which there are is exciting. John begins the lucky draw and the number two Mondas Crossing, a fairly wide firewall that separates two of the spots on the front end wall Chaparrón a very thickly covered and quite long, but can give a chance. Shortly
we had been in office when we heard the first dog recounted a few ravines before us, the mountain was boiling, and almost without noticing a very neat row of 7 or 8 pigs wandered in the front end wall embodies looking for a quieter, increases the maximum but not worth a filthy pigs followed by 7 to 40 or 50 kilos. We leave to see if they comply, but no time, the first pig while we passed a few meters but very involved, it will not break, and getting out and do it very long shot I think I was hooked from behind. Shortly after another by the same steps, again repeat the same haul but it seems that this time we have not touched.
dogs have not yet come to our cliff when another pig take the same steps, this is for, seems to want to cross the worst, with stops, Santi ... this is a guy ... it will be! The pig is back in his footsteps ... the other side we see less ... ... I prepare once again for ... and as a shot across the peel! I run my hand a dirty body and gives a spectacular tumble. We were still in the tone of voice a little higher up in the euphoria when another pig is lowered to his chest in front ... is long ... in a grip of mastic see the back of the pig that co
No muzzle up looking for the best verea chi ... pommm chi ... .. ... ... pommm lose it, behind a White podenquete follows in his footsteps ... jau! Jau! Ahíiii your eggs ... .!!!!
Dogs begin to beat our ravine, do not stop beating, when another pig crosses the peel and Santi getting a shot that makes you hook it clear. Ooootro!
The Piggy! The piggy! For the same steps above, another chest front stoops machete pig ... is ... going to clear out! I hope in the chi ... piiinnnnn verea ... ... 5-second delay and do not see him out ... yet another podenquete ... jau! Jau! Madre mia! That shot! You still have time to throw another cross primalón peel and see how a more passed before Perico car while I dialed. Spectacular
lived day hunt, I never tire of saying that the shower is one of my favorite farms.
The Piruetanal
was much anticipation that this day had created among the people of the group. We knew we had venao beautiful and the deer would give a unique incentive and also was a pigsty estate excellence. Add to that that was the finish of the season for the group and for many of those who staged the expectation was high.
The draw took us to the number 8 of the boundary with The Satins, a closed set in a small valley with the fence at our feet and at first glance, the trip seemed more natural for
cattle.
ball ranges were the first who entered, not the post, but the crown of the hill overlooking the small valley that we controlled. And heard the first bark at the end of our army when I inadvertently just a couple down enmontaos vein, I can not see, just see the palms of three and three, there are "turkeys" but one is more open and you loose a tiinnnn taca guessing your body between the thickets, and I lose them I have not touched.
already with a cow dogs near the mountain breaks a few meters, look at the small valley and a beautiful pair of blades a jump across the stream ... tacatín! Tacatín! It has been! Poncho comes to him and confirms what we thought, this is a beautiful buck.
I still outstanding high where I see a couple of small venaetes, a doe but little else ... the dogs across the small valley and back lend a vein collar with twelve points, you run the first monkey ... .. Chimm Pommer and the Mount crunching reveals that it has gone too far.
The tranquility takes over some of our position, the dogs away ... but another buck is lowered down the mountain in search of the valley, do not look good ... comes down ... tacatiinnn tacatiiinnn ... ... ... ahíiii hueee phone! Another buck!
Truth we have not seen many cattle in the morning, plus nearly guessed where the animals actually met in high, but we have met.
We marked the cattle, required pictures, and talks with armed companions have not been so lucky. At the meeting we appreciate what we suspected, the game has been poorly distributed and have enjoyed high positions so cute.
