Nic Barca
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I haven't been hunting much in the last few weeks, or at least haven't been catching anything when I did go. But this time, I got my room mate tony to come along with me as we walked the Morita Camp trail. So far all me and tony get is cows every time we go. This time we had our hearts set on getting a pig. I kept reasuring him we would get one, after all, there's way more of them and they aren't as smart as cows.
So on Sunday morning at dawn, we started our way in and after two hours of hiking we made it to the stream. Only thing was as we approached the edge of the grassy ravine I spotted a golden brown cow off to the left feeding in the grass. Another which I assumed was a bull, was making a lot of noise to the right slightly downwind. I thought we had better get one of the ones on the upwind side before the other one spookes them all. The stalk was rediculously easy and I'm almost ashamed to show the video that I filmed. The cows were just on the other side of the stream in the open grass, we had plenty of bushes to stalk to within 20 yards, and the stream surely covered up any noise we made during the stalk.
My friend Tony is just starting hunting and was using my 12 guage with slugs. I wanted him to get his first animal whether it was a pig or a cow, so he was up. He stalked to nearly the edge of the bushes, steadied the gun on the side of a tree. The targetted cow, what looked to be a medium sized bull, meanwhile had it's head in the other direction. This was almost too easy. Tony motioned to me that there were 4 but I wasn't comprehending anything that he was saying, as I'm sure he wasn't catching any of the advice I was wispering. He aimed... BOOM! a perfect shot to the lungs, or so it appeared as the cow hobbled up the valley. I ran 15 feet to the left and readied my gun and camera on the three other cows running up the river. Then the cow we shot hobbled out from behind a gorse bush across the river from us, turned and looked right at us. The shot looked to be placed perfect but the wound wasn't bleeding. She flinched as though to signal a mock charge. I said "watch it." to Tony as he chambered the next round, aimed and fired. The bullet tore through her neck and she collapsed roling once almost into the stream. We gave a few yips and yeehees and a high five. It was the closest to the car that we could get a cow.
As we approached the downed animal, all be dammed. it wasn't a bull but a cow. I guess they all have horns. She had utters too. She looked to be about 700 or 800 pounds and sported a five inch wide track. I can't wait to see a bull with a 7" track. We took a few pictures, ate a snack and then got to work in an attempt to beat the flies.
Here's something interesting. The first shot hit a ball joint in the front shoulder completely shattering the joint but also completely stopping the 12 gauge slug before it could reach the lungs. The second shot didn't hit any bone but instead looks to have maybe caught the jugular. I'm very surprized she dropped so quickly afterwords, nearly instantaneously even though no vertebrae wer hit. I'm fairly confident now that if no major bones are hit, my guns should do the trick with the lungs. Something I was a little unsure of after doc's bull.
Now I should say here that the first couple cows I caught, we did not clean properly. Those times, I was expecting more meat and was a bit scared to really dig in. But this time was different. I made somewhat of an "s" pattern to get all the back leg meat, miss the whole stomach and again get the meat from the front shoulder and neck. The slabs that I got from the back leg were enormous and next thing we knew, my heavy duty cotton meat bag was almost full with 100 pounds of meat. I had the Alice pack that Doc had given me and my friend only had a small day pack. Some of the meat had to go, so we tried making a fire to cook some. That didn't work. Everything was a little too wet and wasn't giving a strong flame. So next we tried burning meat its self for fuel, which had worked once before with spoiled goat meat. I went to the flie infested cow and cut off a lower leg to burn, but that didn't want to catch either. I think I fitted about 60 pounds in my ALICE pack (filled to the brim) and Tony's day pack fitted another 20 pounds. I carried it the first half and Tony carried it the second making it to the car in about three hours of power-hiking. I tell you what though, after carrying the alice pack, the small bag felt empty.
So now I'm trying to give away 80 pounds of meat little by little. I'ld say I've managed to get rid of 20 so far. We are planning to marinate a bunch and have a barbeque sometime soon too. Doc, your right. Morita Camp trail is not so bad of a hike. ...so long as you don't go past the river, haha. I'll post pics in minute. We didn't see any pigs on our pig hunt but lots of track.
So on Sunday morning at dawn, we started our way in and after two hours of hiking we made it to the stream. Only thing was as we approached the edge of the grassy ravine I spotted a golden brown cow off to the left feeding in the grass. Another which I assumed was a bull, was making a lot of noise to the right slightly downwind. I thought we had better get one of the ones on the upwind side before the other one spookes them all. The stalk was rediculously easy and I'm almost ashamed to show the video that I filmed. The cows were just on the other side of the stream in the open grass, we had plenty of bushes to stalk to within 20 yards, and the stream surely covered up any noise we made during the stalk.
My friend Tony is just starting hunting and was using my 12 guage with slugs. I wanted him to get his first animal whether it was a pig or a cow, so he was up. He stalked to nearly the edge of the bushes, steadied the gun on the side of a tree. The targetted cow, what looked to be a medium sized bull, meanwhile had it's head in the other direction. This was almost too easy. Tony motioned to me that there were 4 but I wasn't comprehending anything that he was saying, as I'm sure he wasn't catching any of the advice I was wispering. He aimed... BOOM! a perfect shot to the lungs, or so it appeared as the cow hobbled up the valley. I ran 15 feet to the left and readied my gun and camera on the three other cows running up the river. Then the cow we shot hobbled out from behind a gorse bush across the river from us, turned and looked right at us. The shot looked to be placed perfect but the wound wasn't bleeding. She flinched as though to signal a mock charge. I said "watch it." to Tony as he chambered the next round, aimed and fired. The bullet tore through her neck and she collapsed roling once almost into the stream. We gave a few yips and yeehees and a high five. It was the closest to the car that we could get a cow.
As we approached the downed animal, all be dammed. it wasn't a bull but a cow. I guess they all have horns. She had utters too. She looked to be about 700 or 800 pounds and sported a five inch wide track. I can't wait to see a bull with a 7" track. We took a few pictures, ate a snack and then got to work in an attempt to beat the flies.
Here's something interesting. The first shot hit a ball joint in the front shoulder completely shattering the joint but also completely stopping the 12 gauge slug before it could reach the lungs. The second shot didn't hit any bone but instead looks to have maybe caught the jugular. I'm very surprized she dropped so quickly afterwords, nearly instantaneously even though no vertebrae wer hit. I'm fairly confident now that if no major bones are hit, my guns should do the trick with the lungs. Something I was a little unsure of after doc's bull.
Now I should say here that the first couple cows I caught, we did not clean properly. Those times, I was expecting more meat and was a bit scared to really dig in. But this time was different. I made somewhat of an "s" pattern to get all the back leg meat, miss the whole stomach and again get the meat from the front shoulder and neck. The slabs that I got from the back leg were enormous and next thing we knew, my heavy duty cotton meat bag was almost full with 100 pounds of meat. I had the Alice pack that Doc had given me and my friend only had a small day pack. Some of the meat had to go, so we tried making a fire to cook some. That didn't work. Everything was a little too wet and wasn't giving a strong flame. So next we tried burning meat its self for fuel, which had worked once before with spoiled goat meat. I went to the flie infested cow and cut off a lower leg to burn, but that didn't want to catch either. I think I fitted about 60 pounds in my ALICE pack (filled to the brim) and Tony's day pack fitted another 20 pounds. I carried it the first half and Tony carried it the second making it to the car in about three hours of power-hiking. I tell you what though, after carrying the alice pack, the small bag felt empty.
So now I'm trying to give away 80 pounds of meat little by little. I'ld say I've managed to get rid of 20 so far. We are planning to marinate a bunch and have a barbeque sometime soon too. Doc, your right. Morita Camp trail is not so bad of a hike. ...so long as you don't go past the river, haha. I'll post pics in minute. We didn't see any pigs on our pig hunt but lots of track.