Anyway, we drive over five hours, with a few stops in-between, to get to Mason Mountain. Once there we check in, fill out a stand by card and wait. When all of the drawn hunters are checked in and the deadline passes we learn that their are still compartments available. Awesome! We were in.

We draw for our compartment then go through orientation. For this hunt only compound, re-curve or long bows were allowed. No crossbows. Each hunter is allowed only one javelina but all the feral hogs they want. Because it is archery only, hunter orange is not required. With archery you have to sneak in close so there is no need to warn other hunters of your presence by wearing orange.

While still at the check station, getting our gear ready and talking with Mark, the area Manager, the hunter in the compartment next to ours comes back in. He forgot to mark himself out before heading into his compartment. We notice that he is wearing hunters orange. Mark reminds the fellow that orange isn’t required and the guy marks that he is out hunting and leaves.

We also check ourselves out, that is, mark on the board that we are out hunting in the compartment. Then we gear up and drive into our compartment in hopes of finding some javelina.

Before this hunt we had been watching videos on javelina hunting. We got lucky last time and wanted to learn a bit more about the habits of these new world pigs. One thing we came across that we thought would be a blast was calling them in. Javelina are intensely social and highly protective critters. If one is in distress it is not uncommon for the whole herd to come charging in defense of their fellows. High pitched calls like cotton tail will sometimes bring them running, quite literally. So we brought one along in hopes of spotting a herd and bring them in.

The first day was spent intensely scouting, calling and climbing rocks. I even went back to the place I shot my javelina last year in hopes of finding them there. But no. We didn’t see, or smell, any javelina. We began to worry that they had moved out of our compartment. In addition to our hunting gear we were also carrying quite a bit of video equipment. Steve had a large tripod and camera. We had cameras on our bows and wore a couple of cameras as well. If we got the javelina to come to the call we wanted to get as much as possible on camera. But that meant lugging all that gear up and over rocks. The first day ended with no sign of javelina and two very tired hunters.

The second day wasn’t much better. But we did get to see some awesome country and beautiful views. The third day looked much like the first. We drove around, climbed vantage points, glassed and walked valleys and scaled stone walls loaded down with hunting and camera gear. We had covered almost all of the compartment without so much as a glimpse of our quarry.

Nearing lunch time on the third day we decided to head back in for some much needed people fuel. Lugging all that gear around was wearing us out. But before we left the compartment we stopped in one last place just before the check station. It had some decent rocks that we might concentrate on after we ate. We parked on the side of the road and were standing at the back of the truck going over our plan when I saw a group of javelina cross the road.

“Honey! There is a bunch of javelina behind you!” I yelled excitedly.

“Yeah right.” Steve says, thinking I was messing with him.

“No really!”

We grabbed our bows and started after the herd. Remember, we had put everything up. We didn’t have time to grab any cameras and Steve had just taken the camera off my bow to take video while we were driving around. Then, in the rush and excitement Steve double taps his bow camera resulting in just a second of video before his camera turns back off.

There were maybe 20 javelina in this group and they had split into two smaller groups as they made their way to the rocks and canyon ahead of them. They didn’t know we were there but were moving rather quickly. I broke away from Steve to try and head the largest group off as he closed in from the side. I looked back just in time to see him draw his bow and aim. He had picked out a nice javelina and made a great shot. She ran about 20 yards before piling up in a small ditch. The rest of the herd scattered toward the rocks and were gone.

What a shot!

Of-course none of it was on video.

With his animal down Steve unloaded his gear and set his bow down getting ready to take some pictures. I decided to try calling the herd back in. It couldn’t hurt after all. I called and called towards the herd that had run into the rocks ahead of us. I thought I could hear some grumbling but didn’t see anything. Then we both heard the distinctive sound of jaws popping uncomfortably close. BEHIND US!

I turned to behold a couple of javelinas not 15 yards behind us. They were bushed up, hackles raised, popping their jaws in defiance and looking for a fight. Crap! I drew my bow and waited for the closest javelina to turn broadside. He kept working his way towards us but wasn’t in that great of a position for a shot. I waited, at full draw, for a opportunity. Then another, much bigger, javelina came into view about five yards further out and stood broadside. I didn’t hesitate to line up and let an arrow fly. The hit looked good. It was through the shoulders, if a bit forward, but the penetration looked good. The javelina laid its ears back and charged right for the rocks. The only thing was, we happened to be between the mortally wounded javelina and those same rocks. The closer javelina, the one I was first going to shoot, zipped by beside us. My javelina split the difference and ran between Steve and I, jumping over both his bow and his javelina in the process. We watched as my javelina disappeared into the boulder field and was gone. I wasn’t worried though. I could clearly see blood as mine went by and was certain it wouldn’t go far.

Wrong!

I followed a nice blood trial through the rocks, under the rocks, around the rocks. Yeah, there were A LOT of rocks. But the blood trail was pretty good so I kept tracking. Finally, after about two hundred yards and about that many embedded cactus spines, I came across my javelina. My very alive and extremely irritated javelina. She had crawled through a small crack between two massive boulders and wedged herself into a tiny cave at the back. She was making her stand and dared anything to come in after her. Our only glimpse of her was her snout as she loudly popped her jaws in warning that she was not to be messed with! Seriously!

Now I had a wounded javelina on my hands and no way to put her down short of crawling into that stinking, flea and chigger infested hole with her and her attitude. This is something I REALLY didn’t want to do. But I also didn’t want her to suffer.

Our first plan was to get her to poke her head out just a bit further so I could get a shot at her neck. First we tried tossing in some rocks. Nope. Then we got a long branch and waved it around the opening hoping she would try for it. Nothing. So I took off my hat and put it on the end of the branch, certain that she would move a bit further out to attack it. This time it worked. Sort of. In the blink of an eye she lunged out, grabbed my hat, and drug it in with her. CRAP! That was my favorite hunting cap!

After trying a bit more to get her to come out further it became apparent that a change in plans was in order. She was wedging herself further back and showed no signs of wanting to budge. The only way to get to her would be to completely lose my mind and crawl through that narrow crack. After some discussion it was decided that I would stay put and keep an eye on her to make sure she didn’t move. Steve would take his javelina back to the check station and ask if it was OK to dispatch mine with a pistol. We thought it would be OK but wanted verbal conformation that using a firearm to put a wounded animal down on an archery only hunt would be allowed.

Steve returned to headquarters, put his javelina in the cooler and went in search of someone to explain the situation to. After not finding anyone and no one answering the phone one of the guys finally pulled up. Steve told them what was going on and got the go ahead to shoot her.

When Steve returned I took his pistol, gathered up my courage and prepared to meet my javelina. One thing about where she had gone was that there was a small ledge in front of her. I crawled into the cave, planning to use that little ledge to protect my face if she happened to attack which was a very big possibility. Thankfully she stayed put at the back of the crevice. Unfortunately, it was dark back there and I had trouble making out how she was positioned so I could make the best shot possible. I wanted to drop her if possible. Otherwise she might decide to leave her shelter and I was blocking her only exit. Not a good situation.

My eyes began to adjust and I could make out that distinctive salt and pepper collar for which this species of javelina is named. It was all I needed. I aimed and pulled the trigger. Then, with my ears ringing, I hunkered down hoping the shot was good and she wasn’t about to try one last lunge. Thankfully, she dropped. Talk about adrenaline!

I recovered my bloody, dirty hat and drug her out. She was a big one!

We drug/carried her back to the truck and headed back to the check station to get both of our prizes logged in and weighed before skinning them out.

You would think that would be the end of this story and normally you would be correct. But not this time. We put my javelina in the cooler and went to change out of our hunting clothes. When we got back to the skinning station another hunter had been successful and was checking in his kill. It was the hunter who had the compartment next to ours. He had taken a small (baby) javelina. We were impressed that he could make a shot on one so small or as he said “crock pot sized”. He had gone ahead and quartered it up in the field so brought back an ear for them to put the tag in.

After that was done he was getting ready to leave but, as hunters the world over are inclined to do, we started talking. I wanted to know how many he had seen. He told us that he came across a group but only had a shot at the little one so he took it. Then we got to talking about our javelina and I was recapping our hunt. When I mentioned finding my arrow he was confused.
“You shot yours with a bow?” He asked.
Steve and I looked at each other slightly confused.
“Um, yeah this hunt is archery only.” I said
“Oh, well I shot mine with a gun.” He replied blandly.
“Oh.” Was all I could reply with.
He told us that his buddy had put in for the hunt and didn’t tell him it was archery only so he didn’t know.
I said that the permit should state the means of take as archery only.
“Well, don’t tell them.” He said. Referring to the hunt personnel.
Inside it was thinking really loud… Oh I am going to let them know.
He began to head toward his truck and I went inside to let Jeff (the hunt Co-Coordinator) know that that last javelina was taken with a gun.
In the mean time the guy gets in his truck and hauls out of there. Jeff left soon afterward, hot on his trail.

Before you think that in the end it really was no big deal, consider this. The means of take (archery only) was covered on the very first day during orientation. That day he was later reminded that orange was not required. This fellow was hunting in the compartment right next to ours. We were not wearing hunter orange because it was not, and should not, be required for archery. He could have easily taken a shot towards us not knowing we were close by, putting our lives in danger. What if we had been stalking the same group of javelina between our compartments and he decided to take a shot at them? And don’t forget, he had a high powered rifle so he didn’t have to get as close to the herd as we did. Still he decided to kill a baby instead of waiting for a shot at a mature animal.

I’m glad we had a successful hunt and nothing bad happened. Mark, Jeff and the other TPWD staff run a tight ship and put on yet another wonderful hunt. I hope we can return again some day.

One of the many exotics that roam the property.

For more stories of our Texas Public Hunt Adventures go HERE.

After orientation and drawing our compartments, we headed out. We had never specifically hunted javelina before and were unsure how to start. Watching all the videos in the world can only give you a starting point. It was time to figure things out for ourselves.

Javelina are not exactly “pigs” despite having that distinctive piggy nose and tusks. They are considered new world pigs and originate in the Americas. Whereas our common, and very tasty, swine are old world pigs. Contrary to popular belief, javelina are not related to rats or rodents at all. Javelina belong to the suborder Suina with pigs and hippopotamuses being their closest relatives.

We were fortunate to see a group of javelina almost from the start of our hunt. Unfortunately, we had just climbed to the top of a very large outcrop of rocks and they were on the other side and several other outcrops away. After climbing down, driving around to close to where we saw them, then climbing up that outcrop, they had disappeared. We didn’t see any other javelinas that day but did come across a very prickly situation.



While scouting we came across this fellow with a paw tangled up in some vines. I thought at first he had been snared but it was just some tough vines that he somehow gotten wrapped tightly around a paw. It looked like he had been there for a while. He had the ground and bushes around him torn up. We called in some help and got him free. That was only the third porcupine I have ever come across in the wild. They are pretty cool little critters.

…Side note: Porcupines mumble.



The next day we scouted several more areas. We even came across one of the numerous exotics that roam the property.

It wasn’t until we climbed up one of the larger rock outcrops that we finally saw javelina again. It turns out that the javelina here like to stay near the rocks. We had only been using the rocks to get a higher vantage point to scout. We should have been concentrating on the areas around the rocks themselves.



The javelina we saw were only about 100 yards away and they had no idea we were there. They were feeding around a large boulder giving us time to get the wind in our favor and slip in a bit closer.

Steve was the first to get a clear shot. When a large sow presented him with a broadside view he wasted no time sending an arrow. His shot looked good. It was a bit forward but through the shoulder. She let out a grunt and ran.

Then, chaos ensued.

Over thirty ticked off javelina billiard balled off the rocks, through the brush and around the trees. The hell? We had only seen maybe a dozen. Now three times that number were zipping around grunting and popping their jaws looking for whatever or who ever had dared to disturb their peace. Thankfully they don’t see very well and we were protected, mostly, by the rocks. Still, it made keeping track of the one in that number that had been hit. Within moments the javelina had scattered to the four corners and were gone. One second there were a few javelina placidly walking about, then thermonuclear war, and then there were no javelina to be seen. We were left trying to figure out just where in all that mess Steve’s javelina went. I found some blood and we followed it for a while until it stopped. We circled the area but didn’t find any more signs of his target after searching for over an hour.

Despite not finding his javelina we didn’t give up. Well, I kinda gave up, but Steve kept looking. I headed out to see if I could find where the main group had gone and maybe get a shot at one myself. I saw a lone peccary feeding way up the mountain side but didn’t have a shot. After trying every which way I could to get closer to it I had to give up. They were just too well entrenched in those darned rocks and knew every crack and crevice.



So I met back up with Steve to see how his search went. I had just gotten to him when he saw the blood. Sure enough, he had found where his javelina had gone. We worked our way around and finally came across her. She had only gone about 100 yards from where he shot her.

WAY TO GO!

After Steve got his we were happy to call it a successful hunt. We checked her in with the hunt co-ordinators where they weighed and aged her. She turned out to be a very old gal indeed.

A note about javelinas. They have a scent gland in the middle of their back just above the rump. It looks a lot like a nipple and gives them a distinctive smell, much like a skunk. Because of this javelinas are often called “stink pigs” or “skunk pigs”. When cleaning a javelina it is a good idea to remove this gland immediately. Believe me, you DO NOT want to get any of that smell anywhere near the meat. Once the gland and skin is off the meat smells very much like deer meat.

We skinned her and quartered her up before icing her down. For a small critter she had a good amount of meat. It was a good day.



The next day was my turn. We knew about where the herd went so I headed out to see if I could find the main group. I looked all around the rocks but didn’t find them. It wasn’t until I got down wind that I smelled them. The sun was getting high and it was hot so maybe that helped bring their scent to me. Either way I finally knew where they were. Unfortunately, in order to get the wind in my favor, I had to climb up and over the largest outcrop on the property. As I topped the ridge I found them bedded down in a 10 foot crevice. They were piled in and on top of each other taking a mid-day nap. The crevice had some thick brush and trees growing in it. All I could really make out was javelina fur between the limbs and leaves. I couldn’t tell what patch of hide belonged to which animal. Finally one of them got up and walked a bit away from the group. I had a clear shot in just a few spots but that guy made the mistake of stepping into one of them. One shot and I dropped him. The rest of the herd boiled out of the crack except for two which stood around popping their tusks looking for the source of the trouble. I thankfully, was well out of reach.

Steve took this picture right after I made my shot. That is me on top of the rocks between those two dead looking trees.

It was no fun dragging him out of that stinky, chigger and flea infested crevice.

Totally worth it!

We headed back in to check in my kill then skin and quartered him up. He was on ice within an hour of my shot.



Mason Mountain once again provided us with an exciting adventure. The bonus was bringing home some meat which was turned into delicious smoked sausage links. Everyone who has tried it loved it. The trick is taking off that gland and skinning the javelina out quickly. Javelina gets a bad rap because of their smell but the meat is very good.

For more stories of our Texas Public Hunt Adventures go HERE.

Steve and I were fortunate enough to be drawn for the 2014 Mason Mountain, Gun Deer Management hunt. For this hunt we would each be allowed to take two whitetail deer from the management area. Either one doe and a buck, or two bucks. All bucks harvested had to have six or less antler points. We have not yet had the opportunity to do one of these hunts and were eager to see yet another new public Texas hunt area. Mason Mountain is located roughly North West of Austin and North of San Antonio in the beautiful rolling Hill Country. One of our favorite areas to visit. The last time we hunted the Hill Country was many years ago at Enchanted Rock State Park. That hunt was a blast and we had high hopes for a repeat of the experience.

Weeks before the start of our upcoming hunt Steve received a call from Producer Abe Moore of Texas Parks and Wildlife TV. This is a half hour weekly television program which airs on PBS all across the Great State of Texas. Abe was doing a segment on the Mason Mountain WMA and wanted to know if we were up to having cameras follow us around a bit while we hunted. Steve said that as long as I was OK with it, it would be fine. Later that day Steve told me about the call and I didn’t see a problem. After all, Abe had said that he was calling several of the hunters who had also been drawn. It’s not like they were going to be in our faces that entire hunt, if at all. Right?

So the day came and with eager expectations and a very tightly packed truck, we headed out on yet another Texas hunting adventure. The drive to Mason Mountain was nice and, of course, we made a couple of stops along the way to do some rock hounding. A few small fossils and some interesting crystals which we tentatively identified as fluorite, or maybe calcite, were found. Things were already off to a great start

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We arrived at Mason Mountain WMA after the usual amount of wrong turns and were overwhelmed with the scenery. Mason Mountain is a beautiful piece of Texas with rolling hills cloaked in a variety of oaks and interesting rock formations. Hunting and rocks? Two of my favorite things! Now if only there were some dragons…

The terrain around Mason Mountain sports steep canyons, massive granite outcrops and limestone formations as well as grassy plains and rolling hills. A person could get used to a view like that.

Mason Mountain WMA Entrance

The weather was overcast on our arrival and would pretty much stay that way for our entire hunt. Please excuse the lesser quality of the photos.

Some waterbucks greeted us at the entrance. If these are around while you are hunting whitetails you need to be careful not to shoot them. At a distance they can look very similar.

Mason Mountain is one of the few Public Hunt areas which not only allows camping on the area, but also has a bunk house available for the hunters use. You have to make reservations for a bunk ahead of time as it can fill up quickly.

The Bunkhouse

If you do get a bunk, note that you must provide your own bedding. The Hunt Coordinators will bend over backwards to help you out and make your hunt as successful as possible but they will not do laundry!

If you elect to camp out in a tent or camper on the WMA instead of taking a bunk you are still welcome to use the bunkhouse amenities. Of which there are several. First off is a fully functional kitchen complete with a blast furnace for a stove, microwave, refrigerator and tons of pots and pans. Please, unless your mother was also drawn for the hunt, make sure you clean up after yourself! Everyone was very diligent about this on our hunt.

Kitchen

There are two full bathrooms in the bunkhouse as well. Each has its own water heater so running out of hot water during your shower is less likely even when several hunters use it in a row. Or together. I’m not judging.

The Small Bathroom

The Big Bathroom

But the luxuries don’t stop there. Not by a long shot. The bunkhouse has a large common area for eating as well as a fireplace, large screen TV and couches for lounging. Remember, before TPWD acquired this property it was a privately owned, high fence, exotic game ranch.

But wait. There’s more. Outside you will find benches, a fire pit, a brazier for smaller outdoor cooking projects and even a huge grill/pit for the grilling of massive amounts of meat and other edible items. If you accidentally forgot to cut up that half of steer you brought never fear. Just throw it on whole and close the lid.

Pretty cool, right?

Since we had arrived well before most of the other hunters we began the daunting task of unloading and unpacking a very heavily packed truck. Then we grabbed a snack and settled in to await the rest of the hunter’s arrival.

A few quick notes about sharing a bunkhouse with several other hunters. Most of which were male. The courtesy flush is a must. If you do not have this skill, LEARN IT. If you are female, get used to checking the position of the toilet seat before assuming the position. If you are easily wakened by loud or rhythmic noises I would suggest bringing a fan to cover over the inevitable snores and stirrings of restless hunters. If you fall asleep quickly and sleep heavily, I hate you.

As we waited on the other hunters to show we finally met with Abe and the other camera man Kyle of Texas Parks and Wildlife TV. They would both be videoing for the show so they could cover more area. They had just gotten back from looking over the hunt compartments to scout out scenic locations and get some background video for the show. They themselves were not hunters as we would shortly learn. After a quick meet and greet they began mingling amongst the arriving hunters to see which other ones would be OK with them tagging along. Many were reluctant to have their hunts possibly spoiled by the unknown quantity of a camera and unfamiliar cameraman. It was just a three day hunt after all. A hunter might only get one chance at a deer. It is understandable that they did not want to deal with the cameras and cameramen on top of an already difficult hunt.

The way we looked at it, we usually had opportunities available to hunt deer thanks to the Texas Public Hunt system. The chance to have someone video us hunting was not that common so we agreed. If anything, it would be an interesting adventure. Anyone who knows me knows how camera shy I am and may be quite surprised with this decision. There are not many photos of me out there for very good reason. I have a well honed talent for spotting cameras and getting the heck out of the way. The photos that do exist of me almost always have some sort of creature in them, deceased or otherwise. Now I had completely lost my mind and was willing to allow a camera within feet of me, ON PURPOSE. I know. I’m as shocked as you are.

All of the hunters finally arrived followed by orientation and the assigning of compartments. Abe and Kyle decided they would follow along with us first. Abe elected to shadow me and Steve was paired with Kyle.

This was going to be interesting. Remember, this is a normal public draw hunt and like most draw hunts it consisted of an afternoon hunt, a full day to hunt and then a morning hunt which ended at noon on the third day. In reality it is a two day hunt stretched over three days. That means a hunter has very little time to scout an area, decide on the best place to find their quarry and set up. No pressure there. Thankfully, the hunt coordinators know their areas intimately and can steer you in the right direction if you just take the time to ask the right questions. Still there is no replacement for good old fashioned ground pounding.

There was also a late rising full moon giving the deer plenty of light to feed by at night. Add to this the addition of a camera and operator and the need for stealth and concealment as well as the needs of a camera to get clear and well lit shots. Our work was more than cut out for us right from the start. The chances of actually seeing a deer and then successfully taking one were pretty slim. Especially since this was the very last hunt on this management area. Prior to our arrival, there had already been five gun deer hunts and one archery hunt. Simply put, there just were not as many deer to take and the ones which were still there had pretty much seen it all.

Challenge accepted.

So we donned our camouflage and set out to our compartment with camera truck in tow and eager anticipation. It was time to get to business. I had warned the guys that if they were going to hunt with us they would have to put on cover scent just like us. Remember, they are not hunters. They did do their homework however and washed their clothes in scent free detergent and showered in scent free soap. They didn’t know about using a cover scent though. When I explained that cover scent was usually deer urine they weren’t thrilled but they were willing to do whatever we needed. If that’s what it took to get the shot then, by all means, we had their permission to cover them in pee.

What we didn’t tell them was that our cover scent is actually vanilla extract. Do you see where this is going? When we get to our area and prepared to start scouting I sprayed Steve down and then he sprayed me. Then it was Abe’s turn. He stood there and took it like a man, fully believing that I was blithely misting him head to toe in deer piddle. Kyle was still back at the truck readying cameras. Whether this was actually necessary or he was hoping to get overlooked and miss out on the whole urine application operation I can’t say. I then told Abe what he had actually been sprayed with. Abe laughed then told Kyle to come on over and get it over with. He stood back and watched as I sprayed Kyle liberally with the cover scent. While misting I explained to Kyle how you had to be sure and use the freshest pee and make sure it wasn’t stale. Then I sprayed a bit in my mouth and tasted it. “Yep, pretty fresh” I said. You should have seen the look on his face. He thought I had just tasted deer pee! I told him what it really was and we all had a good laugh. I do wish the cameras had been going for that one.

Steve and I always scout each others areas together. We each see things differently and help each other spot sign, places to bait, likely travel routes and overall animal activity. We have always done this and it has worked well for us. Except when we can only find one area that is any good and we have to figure out who gets to hunt it. This was not a problem at Mason Mountain. One quick look around our area and we agreed that there were several decent hunting spots.

The WMA has some box blinds and ground blinds available in the hunting compartments for the hunters use if they chose. Since this hunt was “by compartment” and not “by assigned blind” we didn’t have to use them if we didn’t want to. We have learned however, to trust the hunt coordinators judgment that the blinds were placed where they were for a very good reason. In the end we settled on two of the four blinds available to us. One was positioned at a major travel junction and had both a pop-up ground blind (think camouflaged tent) and an elevated box blind close by. Either could be used and both were within sight of each other. The other area we chose had a natural brushed in ground blind about 1/2 mile away from the first two blinds. That blind was snuggled up against a gently sloping embankment overlooking a water hole. One of the water holes was dry but the other still held a good amount of water. Steve settled on the pop-up blind with the elevated blind nearby and I took the natural brushed in blind further on. We may scout together but we seldom hunt together unless the weather is bad. Splitting up helps increase our chances of bringing home some meat.

Abe and Kyle followed us around and videoed the entire process of scouting and baiting with numerous interruptions to film this or that, sometimes repeatedly. This included the pouring of corn, lots of pouring of corn, over and over again. From many different angles and distances. Apparently, the cascading flow of golden kernels onto the barren Hill Country ground is an endlessly fascinating subject. We were very amused by this evident obsession of theirs to capture each and every kernel we placed. I’m sure archeologists in the distant future would be able to accurately re-create each and every pile we poured just by watching the videos. I will be sorely disappointed if the finished TV program does not include at least one of these shots.

In hunting we use corn as a tool. It is not to trick the animals into coming to dinner only to be shot. Indeed, with only three days to hunt there is no way that the deer could possibly become habituated to coming to the corn. No, in our case, corn is placed in likely travel routes to hopefully grab the deer’s attention long enough to judge the animal, decide if it is one that can be taken and then, hopefully, get a clear shot. By placing the corn in areas we determine to be ideal we just might stop the deer long enough to increase the chances of a quick ethical kill on the proper target animal. Remember this is a management hunt. Not every deer that walks out is a legal target.

After much walking and scouting of both areas, including more corn pouring, and videoing of such corn pouring, Abe and I were left at my blind while Kyle and Steve headed back toward theirs. Here is my blind tucked deep under this ancient oak tree.

Can’t see it? Good.

This is the view from my blind. As you can see I have a large area to cover.

Front view.

Left side view.

And then there was this. This is my view out the right side of my blind.

Well that is different. I can honestly say I have never had that view before.

This is Abe. He and I settled in and set up for a long and hopefully productive afternoon hunt. He made me feel comfortable with his presence and the camera. He was not aware until later just how important that comfort level was for me but I won’t get into that.

We had arrived at our stands at around 1:30. It took some time to get situated, camera set and everything ready in the event our star made an appearance. Still, we didn’t see our first animal, a scimitar horned Oryx, until 4:20. Oryx, by the way, are off limits this hunt. Dangit!

The compartment we had chosen was populated by around seventy of these interesting animals. They were no where near as skittish as a whitetail and gave us a chance to test out filming and moving with an animal in front. It cooperated for the most part and I was satisfied that the blind was hidden enough and we might even have a chance to, if not take a deer, at least maybe see one.

Although Abe was not a hunter he was very conscious of the necessity for silence, concealment and slow easy movements. Unfortunately, the need to tell a story and show what was going on demanded a certain level of conversation. This however, I happily provided. I love hunting and nature and am more than willing to share my experiences. Abe gave me a bit of guidance but for the most part just let me run. Poor guy. He didn’t know what he was getting into as I droned on and on about hunting, the Texas Public hunt system, fishing and even how Steve and I met. I was still hunting however, so hushed voices and constant scanning of the area was necessary even while mid sentence.

Abe did some videoing from various places while I kept hunting. I don’t know what that camouflage pattern is but it works great for this area.

No other animals showed up for quite a while. Also, we hadn’t heard any shots from the other hunters which would have been a good indication that the deer were at least moving somewhere. We weren’t that worried though. It was not unusual to not see deer the first sitting even without the camera. There was just too much unusual movement in the woods with all of the unusual traffic on the roads and trails and hunters settling in for the deer to feel comfortable.

Still all hope was not lost and I kept watching and waiting. At about 5:00, after Abe got some of the filler shots he wanted and returned to the blind, I finally saw my first Mason Mountain whitetail. Two deer had magically appeared straight across from the blind on the other side of the dry water hole. One was a mature doe and the other was likely her fawn of the year. I whispered to Abe “DEER”! I think I whispered anyway. Then noticing the body positions of the deer I quickly followed up with “Don’t move!” Both deer were facing us and seemed to be on high alert. Heads were bobbing and ears were forward and alert. Had they seen us? Not good. They had us pinned but my gun was standing up next to me and not at all ready for the shot. Crap. I knew it was only a matter of one wrong move or small noise and they would be gone. The only thing that gave me even a glimmer of a chance of raising my rifle and settling down on them was that they would occasionally lower their heads for a second to eat. Remember that corn?

I knew Abe was not in a great position to see the deer and was likely dying to reposition a bit. An adamant “Don’t move” given by a woman wielding a high powered rifle did much to curb his eagerness. Besides, he told us from the beginning that this was our hunt. We had paid for our permits and neither of them, the camera crew, wanted to ruin any chance we might have to get a deer. If they were able to get it on film then fine but they would not purposely spoil a shot just for a better camera angle. For this I was thankful.

That spot right there in the upper middle. That is where the deer were standing, on that little rise with the grassy clearing. They were about one hundred and twenty five yards away. Now, do you see that limb right in front of the blind off to the right side? The one hanging down? Yeah, that is mostly what Abe saw from his position just two feet over.

I seldom took my eyes off the deer and moved a bit each time they lowered their heads. With slow and deliberate movements I worked the rifle up into shooting position. It took about five days to accomplish this feat. As I settled the gun for the shot I realized was having a hard time seeing the deer through the scope. For some reason the sight picture was jumping all over the place in time with my breathing and heartbeat. It is possible that I was just a bit excited. And in no way was I feeling any pressure from the presence of that camera over my right shoulder. It took me several calming breaths to steady the crosshairs and pick a spot. The deer were still facing us and, judging by their posture they were getting antsy. Something was just not right and they knew it. It was only a matter of a leaf falling wrong or a bird chirping loudly and they would be well into the next compartment before they stopped running.

But they didn’t bolt. I waited for the doe to turn a bit, breathed and squeezed the trigger. The 257 Roberts, which had thus far kept silent, finally got its chance to speak up. Abe was probably very glad of the headphones he was wearing because he was sitting just feet away from the gun when I fired. I understand that, to the one not behind the trigger, it can get a bit noisy. You hunters however know that the shooter is often so focused on the target that they seldom hear the shot.

I watched the doe kick out high from the impact, knew instantly that it was a good shot and was very happy when she only went twenty yards before crumpling up within sight. Later, during field dressing, I discovered that I had hit her mid heart. She was dead well before she hit the ground. Perfect. As a hunter, and believe it or not, a lover of animals, I practice diligently to make sure I make clean, quick shots. Anything else is an insult to the animal and myself. Sure, bad shots happen. Nobody wants them. But constant practice and an intimate familiarity with the weapon is a great way to minimize those occasions.

Suddenly I had a beautiful Hill Country doe down and I was elated. But this is where having a camera on you really changes things. At this point I would have walked up… OK, maybe ran up with a couple of happy skips thrown in along the way, to my deer assuming my feet were even touching the ground and basked in the blessing that I had just received. I always get excited when I am successful and this was certainly no exception. But no. Abe insists on getting out first, making me wait to get to my deer. This was very hard for me. I need to touch my deer. Badly. I exited the blind for the camera. Waited for him to jog ahead and get me walking toward the deer. I even allowed him to pass up the deer I had yet to put my hands on for that low down walking up on the deer angle. Then, just as I had finally gotten with touching distance of the big beautiful lady he says… “OK, go back and walk up again.” ARUGH! I take a deep breath and walk back for another take. I think Abe is sensing a bit of resistance from me and finally allows me to complete that sacred hunter/prey contract and finally touch my deer.

Hunting is so much more to me than the kill, but in the rare instance I do kill, I feel personally connected to the animal. I don’t know if I could hunt if such were not the case. When each kill gets to be just another dead animal then something inside me must have died as well. I have been hunting for nearly 20 years now and the final act, the taking of that life, is still a deeply moving moment.

Once the primal compulsion to lay hands upon my trophy was sated I was much more cooperative. And what a trophy she was. She was a big, mature, steel grey, Hill Country beauty and she was mine. All mine. I wish I had a photo of her. I usually do but, with one camera already there, it completely slipped my mind to take a photo for myself. Still I was so happy I didn’t really care.

After looking her over and basking in the sheer wonder that is this deer I grabbed her and drug her out onto the slope for ease of field dressing. I guess Abe was not aware of exactly what this process entailed. Like a trooper he set up to chronicle everything but I think he was a bit shaken when I began the coring out process. You hunters are smiling right now, aren’t you? Yep, I propped her up and began slicing away with the knife deep into her backside. Still, Abe stood his ground and videoed it all. I’m betting none of that makes it to the show. After that was done and I had opened and cleared the abdomen of entrails, including an unbroken and very full bladder, I repositioned her for the final process. Abe even got up and helped me by holding one of her front legs up while I went in to disconnect the heart and lungs from the inside. Sure he may have only used two fingers to hold up her leg by the tips of her hooves but I’m not faulting him. If you are not used to such carnage it can be a bit gruesome to the uninitiated. He did baulk however when I dipped my hand liberally in blood, and possibly other things, and went to shake his hand. Most mens’ natural reflex is the shake someone’s hand when it is offered. Abe started to lift his hand for the shake but then he saw the blood and withdrew it quickly. He settled for a fist bump from my opposite hand to seal the deal.

We did some more filming and waited for Steve and Kyle to either shoot a deer themselves or come and get us. The cell coverage out there was spotty at best. Even texts were not being delivered in the order sent making for some confusing conversations back and forth with answers arriving several questions later. I knew Steve had heard the shot and was anxious to know if I had gotten a deer. I finally slipped a call through the cell service desert and told him that it was indeed me that shot and that it was a nice big doe.

Around dark they finally drove up. At last I could show Steve my prize and give him a play-by-play of the encounter. He was almost as happy as I was. Almost. That done, we loaded her up and headed in to the check station to get her weighed, aged and tagged. The sunset put a beautiful cap on an already wonderful day.

Once again Mason Mountain shows just why it is one of the most sought after hunting areas in the Texas Public hunt system. The check station is covered, lighted and there is a walk in cooler. It even has electric hoists. Yes, I said electric hoists. This place will spoil you bad!

Check Station

The walk in cooler is more of a freezer and it is roomy. I bet you could easily put thirty plus deer in there. Heck there is even a hanging rail and rollers for moving the deer around.

We pulled up to the check station and unloaded my doe. She weighed in at 68 pounds. Mark said that she was one of the heaviest they had ever checked. She aged at 4 ½ years old. Once she was tagged we placed her in the cooler with a couple of other deer that had already been checked. That is her hanging in the middle next to that smaller doe. Check out that slick, steel-grey coat compared to the other deer.

With the days hunt over it was time to settle in for the night, get some food and swap stories. We had brought some wild boar that had been previously brined, smoked and pressure cooked for everyone to enjoy. This boar came from another public hunt we had attended the week before. It seemed only fitting to serve it at this hunt. The pork was cubed, smothered in BBQ sauce and Monterey jack cheese before getting placed in the oven to melt the cheese. Steve also stuffed some of the jalapeno peppers he brought from our garden with cream cheese and spices before wrapping each one in bacon. That done they joined the pig the oven. Once cooked, these delicacies were shared out around the fire with everyone. Of course Abe and Kyle were on hand with cameras rolling to record it all.

Around 10:00 we all filtered back into the bunkhouse to seek out our respective beds. Morning would be on top of us soon and the deer should be moving. After a long and exciting day 5:00 am came way too early. By 5:30 we were dressed and heading out to do it all over again.

Unfortunately, neither of us saw any deer that morning. Steve and Kyle had a pack of Oryx camped out in front of them but alas, no whitetails. We gave it up near noon and went back to camp for some lunch.

Abe wanted to pull Steve and me aside and do an interview with us for the show. They chose a stunning location in the rocks of the mountain for this.

After the interview we went back out to our blinds to see if we could find another deer willing to become a movie star. You will notice however, in the above pictures that the clouds were rolling in and it was getting very overcast. Rain was in the forecast and it didn’t look like it was going to miss that appointment. Neither Abe nor I saw a deer that afternoon. Another Oryx came by but that was all. In fact we had just been talking about meeting up with Steve for some more interview stuff when I heard it. BOOM!

Lots of things were running through my mind. That came from Steve! He just shot. What did he shoot? Was it a buck? A Doe? If a doe it would have to be smaller than mine. Just sayin’.

That is the pop up blind that Steve and Kyle shared for their first hunt. The deer Steve shot was coming up that trail on the right from behind the blind. Thankfully they had switched to the elevated blind that afternoon. That is where this photo was taken from. Had they been in the pop up they might not have see the deer at all.

Kyle was the first to see the deer coming and was probably more excited than Steve at their appearance. Steve couldn’t see the deer from his position so Kyle flipped the camera display for Steve to see what he saw. Sure enough, two deer were slowly making their way towards them. Steve readied for the shot and Kyle kept the camera rolling. One of the deer was well ahead of the other and it was the first to present Steve with a shot.

It was a young doe but we were told at orientation it was OK to shoot a young deer. They had certain management goals for the area and a smaller doe was good to take. Only “button” or “nubbin” bucks were heavily frowned upon. That is, a fawn buck which had not yet grown a set of antlers but did have the characteristic bump or nub where the future antlers would grow. Except in very rare instances, these are always given a pass.

But these deer were not bucks and so legal targets on this management hunt. Kyle had a clear view of the deer for the camera and Steve took aim as soon as the lead deer became visible. He waited for Kyle to get some more video and then waited a bit more for the now broadside deer to move its front leg forward. It did. Boom. The deer made it about five feet after the shot.

So that was the shot I had heard. I figured it was Steve but I was not able to get a call through to verify that a deer had been killed. The texts were still being flaky and made no sense when they did get through. Still we loaded up and headed his way. Abe hurried on ahead to get a shot of me arriving and the reaction and congratulating. I got there to find out that Steve had indeed taken a deer. It was a doe and Kyle had gotten it all on camera. WooHoo! Mission complete. To top it off it was NOT bigger than my doe. No, we aren’t competitive or anything. Not at all.

Darkness fell quickly with the overcast sky and looming rain so we loaded things up and headed back to the check station victorious once again. Abe and Kyle stayed a little longer to pack up their gear.

That evening after the weighing and tagging as well as the inevitable ribbing of Steve for letting me get a deer bigger then him, we all sat in the bunkhouse common area eating homemade chili and sharing stories. Even though we still had one more hunt to go we could not talk Abe and Kyle into joining us. They felt they had enough to make the piece they wanted and they were tired. They said they would meet back up with us in the morning when we got back from the hunt. Wusses!

It turned out to be a good decision though (Don’t tell them that part though.) as the promised rain fell light and steady all morning while mist cloaked the ground. But you can’t get a deer while lying in your bunk asleep, (Abe, Kyle) so we stuck it out. Steve and I chose to hunt together in the elevated box blind if only to get out of the mist and rain. It was decided that, since it was Steve’s area, if a shooter came out he would get the chance at it. We did see two deer that morning. Both were bucks and both had well over the maximum number of six points allowed for this hunt so they were off limits. One was a ten point and the other was an eight. It was still really cool to see them. Someday I might get on a hunt where I can actually kill a nice buck like that.

The rain never really slacked up so we called it and began loading up before the road out got too slick to drive. We were not the desperate for another deer to chance getting stuck.

We headed back to the camp one last time. This time there was no deer to unload but that was OK. We had a blast. Abe and Kyle met us as promised and we told them about the morning hunt. They were a bit disappointed that we hadn’t gotten another deer but also relieved that they didn’t miss anything while they slept.

After packing up and saying goodbye to all the other hunters around we gathered for one last picture with the Mason Mountain TV team. It was one heck of an adventure.

Mason Mountain is a beautiful place and Mark and his crew run one heck of an operation. They were always ready to help any way they could. This will remain one of my most memorable hunts. Maybe someday we will get drawn for one of the exotic hunts there and return for another go.

A special thanks to Abe, Kyle, Mark, Jeff, Kelsey, Jim and two very special whitetail does.

For more stories of our Texas Public Hunt Adventures go HERE.