When we first arrived in the Cordoba airport, the first thing I noticed is how hot it was. It was like Africa hot. Our outfitter picked us up in a truck that did not have air-conditioning and the three of us Reed, Dave and I sweated our asses off in a hot box for the two-hour drive.
Once we arrived we knew that we were gonna shorten the trip and get out of there to go fishing early. I will not give you the name of the outfitter because I am not going to endorse them. The people were great, the accommodations just was not up to par. I guess, when I walk into my room and there is an ash tray next to the bed with no air-conditioning it becomes pretty apparent we are not in a 2 star lodge.
That afternoon, in the height of the heat (101 degrees) they took us to a field with the sun in our eyes and lots of birds. However, after 30 minutes of shooting I am hot, sweaty, and bored. I called out to Reed, who was to my left about a hundred yards.
“Reed, I have ADD and I am hot and sweaty, want to meet in the shade for a beer?”
He yelled back he would meet me in the middle. Soon, Dave came down for a frosty and we all three shot some birds together. The next day they took us to a prime hunting area with a sunflower seed farm, and the doves were wreaking havoc on this farmers crop.
One thing came apparent that afternoon, Dave was a pretty good wing shooter. I think if I remember correctly we were close to 1000 birds combined that morning.
We spent a few hours shooting doves with our .20 gauges. At some point, I pull my chair up to take a break in the shade. I handed my shotgun off to my guide and told him I wanted to see what he can do. We were sort of tucked behind some bushes so Reed and Dave could not really see me. My guide, started knocking every bird out of the sky that flew in his directions. I could hear Dave tell Reed “Wow Shay is getting a lot better over there.”
I couldn’t help myself so I opened a cold frosty beer and yelled “Boys, I am getting so good they are gonna name a shotgun after me.”
That afternoon at lunch I came clean on my scam and all of us had a good laugh. We took a 3 hour lunch break to escape the heat. This time, we decided to have the Red neck olympics which basically the only difference is that we shoot lazy style….out of lawn chairs.
After the shoot we drove an hour home and they had dinner ready for us.
The next morning we shot another place and each of us were improving our weaponry. These doves are fast, the screaming parrots are faster. The difference is that the doves fly by you as fast as they can. The parrots do the same thing but faster, and they come straight at you. It is very hard to distinguish what exactly it is until it to late. Face it folks, in this type of situation, there is a friendly fire. The farmers hate the parrots too, because there are millions of them that hammer the food in their fields. These parrots are nasty too, they scream at you from behind you bad words. I don’t know exactly what they say to me from the bushes, but I can guarantee it’s not that Polly wants a cracker.
They do not eat the doves there, probably because there are millions of them and they do not care for them. The locals do like eating the pigeons though. Every once in a while one would fly through and the guides would point and tell you in Spanish to shoot them. I guess they thought it was a delicacy.
Our final shoot, we were a little bored and so I noticed that Dave was trying to shoot birds that would land on me. He put one right above my head, hit the tree behind me.
We finished up a good hunt with a lot of empty shells.
We had a good time and made the best of it. The people were truly great. The guides really tried to work hard for you. The also picked up all the shells.
I felt a little sorry for the employees of this outfit, they all worked really hard. The owner just was burned out and tired. He was not interested in making his accommodations better. His free bar was full of booze that I swear they had on pirate ships, bottles with dust all over it, spiders that ate you everynight, and the building falling apart. All he needed to do was put a little money into the place and it would improve their situation. We left two days early, picked up Braden and hauled ass to Patagonia to get on some great fishing water and awesome accommodations at the Patagonia River Ranch.