I first hunted Mexico in 1982 best I remember. Huge ranch. Outfitter didn't know anything about hunting. Didn't see a deer...not one...all week. The following year I hunted a different ranch. The outdoor writer John Wooters was in camp and I thought I had won the lottery. Got so cold my water bottle froze inside my pack by my bed. Didn't see a buck to shoot. The following year I started hunting a 250,000 acre ranch. Wonderful accommodations but once again the outfitter was clueless as to how to hunt the ranch. Was several years hunting this ranch and learning to self guide before I got my first Mexican buck...a 150" 8 pt.
All that nostalgia is fine and well. I now feed protein year round and the hunting is simply phenomenal. I do not long for the 'old days'. I also scarcely run any cameras at all so when we show up for the season its bone chilling excitement to see what will pop out of the brush.And all the elements that make hunting Mexico such a joy are still present...the culture and people, the vastness, the the incredible wildlife, the remoteness and on and on. Just a bit more comfortable now. I'm ok with that.
All that nostalgia is fine and well. I now feed protein year round and the hunting is simply phenomenal. I do not long for the 'old days'. I also scarcely run any cameras at all so when we show up for the season its bone chilling excitement to see what will pop out of the brush.And all the elements that make hunting Mexico such a joy are still present...the culture and people, the vastness, the the incredible wildlife, the remoteness and on and on. Just a bit more comfortable now. I'm ok with that.
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