Contact Info
For reservations, contact:
Chris Grounds(aka: sharp-shooter)
(580) 652-2793
1-866-486-8637
reservations@pheasantridgehunting.com
|
|
||
|
|||
|
|||
|
I had a friend out one day and his kids were
with him. After they finished fishing in our pond at Pheasant Ridge, I asked the kids if they wanted to go see the
buffalo I had recently purchased. They said yes and
we stopped and got the pellets for the buffalo and went to the field. The other six buffalo came running when they
saw my red pickup knowing they were getting fed pellets. The "mama" usually came more slowly knowing that when she
arrived that she would make sure she got what was left. Well, I noticed by the time she arrived this time all the pellets
were almost gone. Wondering what was wrong I noticed she was limping a little when she arrived. Somehow she had got
a piece of wire wrapped around her leg. My friend asked me what I was going to do. I told him I had a tranquilizer
gun and would use it on her tomorrow because it was getting too late today to tackle the task ahead. He wanted to see
that so he asked to return the next day to come with me. The next day
arrived and it took me a couple of hours to find the gun, get it loaded, and test it out before we left. Arriving at
the field the buffalo came running towards us thinking they were getting more pellets. Mama was coming more slowly so
we had to drive to meet her. I was driving, so I was going to try to shoot her in the hip shooting left handed while moving
and driving at the same time. To my and my friend's amazement my first shot hit the mark perfectly, "Great shot my friend
exclaimed!!"...... "lucky shot" I thought to myself and down she went.
I noticed though she fell on top of the dart and I knew that would be somewhat of a problem. While we were waiting to
make sure she was good and out before approaching her, her "nursing baby bull" who happens to be a good foot taller
than her making him 5 1/2' to 6' tall noticed his "mama" was hurt so he came rushing to her side and managed to "nudge" her
back to her feet. Well, not getting my 1st dart back I loaded the gun with dart # 2 and the hunt continued. Again,
my shot hit the mark although the small herd by now wasn't too happy to see my red vehicle. Mama went down a second
time, also on top of my 2nd dart and, yes, baby again came to mama's rescue. Up she came again and hunt # 3 pursued.
Running quite swiftly this time dart # 3 also hit its mark......and yes she fell on it too.......and yes baby rescued
mama yet again a 3rd time. I thought by this time how many darts can I shoot this buffalo with and not kill the
animal and also the fact that I only had two more darts to do it with. I decided to eat lunch and think things over. After
telling my lovely wife, Kelie of my dilemma, she suggested I shoot the bull 1st and then the mama. Well, this would work provided my lucky
shooting spree held up and I could make two more perfect shots. I decided this was my only hope, though, so hunt # 4 was begun.
The herd had slowed a little since lunch but not by much. I decided to hedge my shooting and shoot the bull in the
back-side instead of the side thinking at least I can get to my dart for retrieval a little easier. Well, I found the back-side
is less of a target than a side-shot and I aimed a little low and "oops"......shot my only bull in the "privates".
Thinking I ruined my only bull I was devastated. We did notice the dart didn't stay attached and after retrieving the
dart found it hadn't discharged.......lucky for me. On to hunt # 5.....again the herd was at full avoidance of "red"
now. I aimed higher this time and pulled the trigger. To our amazement the dart hit just below the tail and yep
disappeared inside a body cavity. After a short period of time the bull expelled my 4th dart and we retrieved it off the ground
and it had gone off this time. After a minute or so down went baby and on to hunt # 6. Mama was on a dead run now
and I got a lucky last shot.......down she went, off came the wire from her leg, and after much struggle the darts were retrieved
from underneath her heavy rear-end. After several weeks, things are back to normal.....except the bull limps a little. Oh,
and I picked up the nickname "sharp-shooter" thanks to my Pheasant Ridge guide, Pat Robinbson, who spread this story
around the coffee shop as quickly as he could.
Contact Info For reservations, contact:
|
|||