Off Highway 71 at the end of County Road 304, a small herd of Longhorns greets visitors upon first arriving at the ranch. Wildlife abounds in the rolling Llano River Basin. Three stocked ponds provide water for the wildlife in addition to water pumped from the Llano River.http://thunderhillranch.com/
Thursday, November 18, 2010
A chance to hunt in Nepal...
In this ecological awakening age hunting seems quite contradictory but Nepal has been a favored ground for hunters since 9th century. In the Himalayan Kingdom, controlled hunting is allowed with proper license and certain seasons of the year. Hunting license is issued by the Department of National Park and Wildlife Conservation in Kathmandu and there are a few hunting outfitters who can make arrangements.http://www.opennepaltrekking.com/
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I have been listening alot lately...and in my ears are the words of many women who have been hunting, have just tagged their first buck, have taken their sons or daughters or grandchildren hunting and many other wonderful (and sometimes funny) stories. I love the words I am hearing!!!! these are women who are conservationists. They love the outdoors and want to share that appreciation with their legacy. Hopefully, some of those women will post on this blog from time to time to share these stories.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
I have a soft spot for falconry...
Meet Ruby! Ruby is a South Georgia Red Tailed Hawk. She was our hunting partner today as Reid and I got to experience a little squirrel hunting fun raptor style!!
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It may sound like a good idea to simply wheel your game down or up the side of a mountain. It's not - don't do it. If you are ever tempted with the thought of using a game cart in the mountains, let me save you -
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Outside My Comfort Zone: ‘How Do I Love Thee?’
Okay, that’s about as much poetry as I can remember from high school. And I admit I’ve never (ever) had a man recite a poem to me unless you count the class goofball in high school English Lit. that got on his knees next to my desk and