RonEgg
Buckeye
"Shoot it……Will somebody shoot it!!"
I was offered a chance to go to South Texas and have a chance at hunting Nilgai (Nil guy) on a guided hunt. My son had shot a couple previously and my BIL also. This occasion was initiated by my BIL and was under the auspices of his company. Other customers would be there and what we would be allowed to do would depend on their activities.
The other ten folks were fishing so we were afforded a vast area for our hunt. Some areas you could only hunt cows as there were few bull tags left for that area. The second day we hunted an area with bull tags available and my son killed a young bull.
ROE was you rode in a pick up at 15 mph, getting beat up while trying to find one of these ghosts and shooting before they turned and disappeared? I had only seen one on a wall before and never shot from a vehicle, so all very new to me.
First morning South of Rio Grande City, we start just at first light, in patchy fog. During the two days we saw javelina, hogs, biggest road runners I had ever seen, lots of deer, big bucks still in velvet that made their racks look even bigger and more than our fair share of Nilgai.
My son shoots rifle left handed so he rode shotgun, I rode behind the guide shooting to the left.
Twenty minutes in and we come around a corner and the guide yells "cow, shoot." It was on my side so I did. Shot her in the neck as I was informed and down she went. I was told these were tough animals and to bring a "big enough" rifle. I was using a Kimber 8400 in 300wm. We progressed down the fence line for a gate and 100 yards further down, with a wreath of fog surrounding him was a gorgeous blue black bull. Stood long enough to be shot had we the tag, then turned and was "beamed up." Never saw a better one.
Incidentally my son has shot three and uses my Dad’s .303 Enfield. When queried by the guides, his response was “it killed Nazi’s.”
Guide gutted that one faster than I could a small doe and winched it into the truck. We continued but back at camp by 1030. Out again at 1700, same place. Maybe an hour and we saw a cow way out in a field standing broadside. My side, son lazed and said 334 yards, guide said "somebody shoot it" so I did. It was the first time I could remember hearing the bullet strike. Certainly my longest shot, although not by much. Guide put the trackers on his dog and we drove to where we saw it last. We stumbled around for maybe five minutes, but the dog circled a bit and went right to it. Lucky shot, took the top of her heart off and she went maybe 15 yards.
Second day my son shot a small bull and after we decided bulls only, we chased up a heard of ten cows. Beautiful animals. Got out of vehicle a couple times and stalked with shooting sticks, but no luck.
We were hunting out of Hollywood Camp in Falfurrias. Good people, great food and a trip I'll never forget. These were not big, but they are delicious.
I was offered a chance to go to South Texas and have a chance at hunting Nilgai (Nil guy) on a guided hunt. My son had shot a couple previously and my BIL also. This occasion was initiated by my BIL and was under the auspices of his company. Other customers would be there and what we would be allowed to do would depend on their activities.
The other ten folks were fishing so we were afforded a vast area for our hunt. Some areas you could only hunt cows as there were few bull tags left for that area. The second day we hunted an area with bull tags available and my son killed a young bull.
ROE was you rode in a pick up at 15 mph, getting beat up while trying to find one of these ghosts and shooting before they turned and disappeared? I had only seen one on a wall before and never shot from a vehicle, so all very new to me.
First morning South of Rio Grande City, we start just at first light, in patchy fog. During the two days we saw javelina, hogs, biggest road runners I had ever seen, lots of deer, big bucks still in velvet that made their racks look even bigger and more than our fair share of Nilgai.
My son shoots rifle left handed so he rode shotgun, I rode behind the guide shooting to the left.
Twenty minutes in and we come around a corner and the guide yells "cow, shoot." It was on my side so I did. Shot her in the neck as I was informed and down she went. I was told these were tough animals and to bring a "big enough" rifle. I was using a Kimber 8400 in 300wm. We progressed down the fence line for a gate and 100 yards further down, with a wreath of fog surrounding him was a gorgeous blue black bull. Stood long enough to be shot had we the tag, then turned and was "beamed up." Never saw a better one.
Incidentally my son has shot three and uses my Dad’s .303 Enfield. When queried by the guides, his response was “it killed Nazi’s.”
Guide gutted that one faster than I could a small doe and winched it into the truck. We continued but back at camp by 1030. Out again at 1700, same place. Maybe an hour and we saw a cow way out in a field standing broadside. My side, son lazed and said 334 yards, guide said "somebody shoot it" so I did. It was the first time I could remember hearing the bullet strike. Certainly my longest shot, although not by much. Guide put the trackers on his dog and we drove to where we saw it last. We stumbled around for maybe five minutes, but the dog circled a bit and went right to it. Lucky shot, took the top of her heart off and she went maybe 15 yards.
Second day my son shot a small bull and after we decided bulls only, we chased up a heard of ten cows. Beautiful animals. Got out of vehicle a couple times and stalked with shooting sticks, but no luck.
We were hunting out of Hollywood Camp in Falfurrias. Good people, great food and a trip I'll never forget. These were not big, but they are delicious.
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