malibumike
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I started off the morning having to put on the suit and tie to show a big somebody a big house. I had to have my hair all nice and I even vacumed out the floor mats of my car. I kept the lint roller near by since I was wearing all black and constantly rolled crud of my suit. Shoes were buffed up and I think I even trimmed the brows. Yeah, I have to do a lot of stuff when showing houses around Malibu. But I also spent a good amount of time preping for another event...hunting! I had the gun ready to go next to a pile of camo clothes and my newly waxed Danner boots. I get exctited just looking at the camo colors and was bummed I had to put on the special clothes. It was a holiday don't forget.
I was supposed to go hunting but at the last minute I got the call that a client wanted to go see a house. I had to wait several hours for a response and was emotionally crushed when the owner of the house said no to the showing. You get real excited when the asking price of the home has about as many zeros as a good revolver has holes and some regular numbers in front too. So I felt pretty low and deceided I needed to go hunting even though it was almost noon. I called a buddy up in Beulton and asked if I could go hunting at his place. "Sure, someone just nailed one last night on the road so I'm sure they are cruising around" he said. Hot dam! I'm on it!
It takes me about 1 hour and 45 minutes to get there and my buddy meets me on the road to go have a look. I figured I would go right back to the spot I see all the turd bombs last year and see if anyone was around. This spot looked liked a prime bedding zone and there were hundred of turds in the grass right before the bushes and beds.
Not more than a few minutes after arriving do we hear something in the bushes. We freeze and give each other that look.... like Oh crap there's something in there! We wait silently and all the sudden you hear the bushes braking and the sudden theres a big hog running away not 10 yards from you. I instictively swing the rifle, set the crosshairs, and let the .270 loose on the spine of the hog. She's down and there's no one but her. Dang..only been hunting ten minutes and I got a pig just where I though I might find one. It happened a little to fast a little to easy but the mission was accomlished. We ended up hiking the rest of the 600 acres without seeing any pigs but tons of sign. Right at the end of the day before sun down we see tow more hogs go running through some oaks. We follow but cant find them.
So the day ended good with a 200 pound sow in the back of the truck.
I call my buddy up who is Thai and owns a great Thai restaurant and say Im bringing him a gift. He has be asking for a hog for a while and todays kill had his name on it. I get to the restaurant at 10pm and his truck is waiting for the transfer. At home he has ten Thai friends waiting with sharp knives, whiskey, and Thai beer. You see.. this animal is known as Mo Pau (moo paw) in the forests of Thailand and Nick, my Thai buddy used to hunt these back home. It is highly prized, way above market pork for it flavor and mystical powers.
I see him the next day and he and his ten friends partied wih the pig untill 3 am. Each buddy took home a huge pile of meat and Nick tells me that each one of them will call ten more friends and have them over for a special feasts. Daughters were probably traded off in marriage and dowry's paid. Nick says over 100 will partake in that pig. He tells me to have a seat and makes a special Katiem Prik Thai Mo Pau with extra garlic. I taste a wild hog like never before. The meat was soaked in egg yolks and some other stuff and its as tender as beef in oyster sauce at the Chinese restaurant.
I asked hin how the ducks were that I brought in last week and he tells me that the stomachs were the best part. He goes on to say the he ate some of the pork raw and how great it was with his missing some teeth smile. I smile back nodding like "thats great Nick". Time to go.
I was supposed to go hunting but at the last minute I got the call that a client wanted to go see a house. I had to wait several hours for a response and was emotionally crushed when the owner of the house said no to the showing. You get real excited when the asking price of the home has about as many zeros as a good revolver has holes and some regular numbers in front too. So I felt pretty low and deceided I needed to go hunting even though it was almost noon. I called a buddy up in Beulton and asked if I could go hunting at his place. "Sure, someone just nailed one last night on the road so I'm sure they are cruising around" he said. Hot dam! I'm on it!
It takes me about 1 hour and 45 minutes to get there and my buddy meets me on the road to go have a look. I figured I would go right back to the spot I see all the turd bombs last year and see if anyone was around. This spot looked liked a prime bedding zone and there were hundred of turds in the grass right before the bushes and beds.
Not more than a few minutes after arriving do we hear something in the bushes. We freeze and give each other that look.... like Oh crap there's something in there! We wait silently and all the sudden you hear the bushes braking and the sudden theres a big hog running away not 10 yards from you. I instictively swing the rifle, set the crosshairs, and let the .270 loose on the spine of the hog. She's down and there's no one but her. Dang..only been hunting ten minutes and I got a pig just where I though I might find one. It happened a little to fast a little to easy but the mission was accomlished. We ended up hiking the rest of the 600 acres without seeing any pigs but tons of sign. Right at the end of the day before sun down we see tow more hogs go running through some oaks. We follow but cant find them.
So the day ended good with a 200 pound sow in the back of the truck.
I call my buddy up who is Thai and owns a great Thai restaurant and say Im bringing him a gift. He has be asking for a hog for a while and todays kill had his name on it. I get to the restaurant at 10pm and his truck is waiting for the transfer. At home he has ten Thai friends waiting with sharp knives, whiskey, and Thai beer. You see.. this animal is known as Mo Pau (moo paw) in the forests of Thailand and Nick, my Thai buddy used to hunt these back home. It is highly prized, way above market pork for it flavor and mystical powers.
I see him the next day and he and his ten friends partied wih the pig untill 3 am. Each buddy took home a huge pile of meat and Nick tells me that each one of them will call ten more friends and have them over for a special feasts. Daughters were probably traded off in marriage and dowry's paid. Nick says over 100 will partake in that pig. He tells me to have a seat and makes a special Katiem Prik Thai Mo Pau with extra garlic. I taste a wild hog like never before. The meat was soaked in egg yolks and some other stuff and its as tender as beef in oyster sauce at the Chinese restaurant.
I asked hin how the ducks were that I brought in last week and he tells me that the stomachs were the best part. He goes on to say the he ate some of the pork raw and how great it was with his missing some teeth smile. I smile back nodding like "thats great Nick". Time to go.
