West Texas 2.0

December 7 - 11, 2016
El Paso, Texas

We've practiced shooting our rifles. We've field tested our gear. We've packed our clothes. We've studied the weather report. We've discussed the hunting strategy. This has been our story for the past twelve months. I came back from West Texas last year and immediately began planing my next trip. The desert mountains had found a place in my heart. We set out this year with a group of four hunters, Dylan, David, Doug and myself. Our trip took us over 1,000 miles to a mule deer camp outside of El Paso. We had intentions of hunting trophy mule deer bucks and exotic aoudad rams. I packed my video equipment to capture the experience. 


Day one started early, around 5 AM, and you could feel the anticipation in everyone's voice. The camp was filled with the smell of coffee and breakfast burritos. We loaded our rifles and gear then headed our into the desert mountains. The weather was perfect. The daytime high was in the low 50's while the overnight low was in the low 40's. We spotted several young bucks and does the first day. We must have spotted 40 animals. Unfortunately, no mature, shooter bucks. Exhausted, we sit down at the camp to one of Bossie's restaurant quality meals. 4AM rolls around and everyone wakes to the sound of 40 MPH winds and a temperature that had fallen into the low 20's. This would prove to be the most challenging day of hunting that we would experience. We hoped the colder temperatures would initiate some rut activity but the high winds kept the deer bedded most of the day. We saw very few animals while we struggled to stay warm. The concern was building as we closed Day 2 without a kill. 

The sun rose on Day 3 and it was cold. The wind was calm and the temperature had dropped. I went with David and Ken as we drove through the canyons in search of a shooter deer. At first light we spotted a good buck. We got set up on the deer but it was out of range before David could make a shot. Instantly we knew it was going to be a good day. Thirty minutes pass and we spot a deer named "El Burro" or The Donkey. He was named The Donkey because he was a very old deer that had a huge gut. His huge gut made him lethargic, much like a donkey. We spotted this buck at 130 yards. I put the cross hairs on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. My Remmington model 700 rang out and my hand-loaded Berger VLDs found their mark. He didn't take one step. I dropped my first mule deer! 






Day 3 didn't end there. We drove to another part of the 65,000 acre property that was known to hold aoudad. Aoudad, formally known as Barbary Sheep, are native to the continent of Africa and are considered a nuisance in West Texas. It was now 11 AM and we had to make a decision - drive back to the camp and eat lunch of go after some rams that our guide had spotted at 1,000 yds. Of course, we decided to go after the rams. We drove as fast as we could through the desert to close the range and then the fireworks began. Dylan shot, I shot, I shot again and down went two aoudad. We spent the next few hours celebrating the hunt and hiking to retrieve the trophies.

The next day began as I drove to a wildlife check station to have my deer checked for Chronic Wasting Disease. This is a misfolded protein that infects deer's neural tissues and can wipe out an entire deer populations. There isn't much known about the disease but the wildlife biologists do know that it is not transmittable to humans. On my way to the check station, I get a call. Dylan has dropped his first buck. He shot him at 330 yards. I met him and we took both deer to the check station. We took the opportunity to follow an age-old tradition and put face paint on Dylan when we got back.