With severe insect bites on my face, mostly on the bridge of my nose, I made it out of the Jungle with minimal damage and one most unforgettable hunting memory. The fourth bird on my slam list was the Goulds turkey found high in the mountains of Northern Mexico. My destination was Chihuahua, Mexico this time. I was a little tired from the hump through the Jungle, but I was also very excited. I was half way to my slam and thinking just a little more time and hard work would make this dream come true. Doug had to leave me after we got to Mexico City, so I was on my own again to film and hunt. Manuel Enriquez, the owner and Operator of El Halcon outfitters, was the man who would be helping me get Mr. Goulds. Manuel was nice enough to not only let me come hunt with him and film me, but he was also responsible for arranging the Jungle hunt. He is top notch in my book. I was greeted at the little airport in Chihuahua, by George, one of the guides that work for Manuel. He drove me out to El Halcon, telling me history of the area, along the way. Once I reached the ranch, it was like stepping back in time. So much history surrounded me. I have three interests that occupy my attention. Hunting, traveling and history/culture study. I got all three on this hunt. I even got to hunt were Poncho Villa roamed in his day. Mayan ruins to historic figure’s hangouts. I feel so lucky to have been able to experience this journey.

Early the next morning we were off to hunt. It was a long drive to get to the Goulds. Manuel has access to thousands and thousands of acres. I got to catch a little shuteye on the way. Once we got in position and set up, it was almost daylight. Gobbles greeted me as we settled in. Since I am shameless and without care, I will admit that the first couple of birds that crossed my path were lucky. Yes, I missed! Manuel has the most calming affect on a person though and got me back on track soon. Patience of a Saint is my description of him. I as you all know tend to be a little high strung. We made a good team. Manuel is an excellent caller and birds were everywhere. What a great place to look for Mr. Goulds. I seem to have my best luck on day three of a hunt, because that is the day that this bird met my arrow. We were filming and calling, actually I was hidden in a blind and Manuel was filming and calling, we had birds all around us and I just picked the first one that got close enough to me. His son Carlos was with us. He reminded me of my own son, who was waiting for me back in the states. Carlos had the same personality and looks as my son, who I was missing terribly. I enjoyed having him along. He was one good caller like his father too. Anyway, this Tom got close and I let him have it. Meanwhile, Manuel was whispering that we had more coming in and to get ready. He wanted me to arrow a second bird. I watched in anticipation as the big Toms danced, just out of range. How beautiful it was to see their display. These big old guys never came close enough, due to my bird that had just been killed. I wasn't disappointed though, I had my bird and four of the six were down. We picked him up, looked him over and took our photos. We got him back to the lodge and showed him off. My smile was enough to explain. The English/Mexican language barrier was non existent. Everyone could tell I was very pleased. I hope to go back and hunt with these fine people again someday. My sights were set on the next bird on the list. I flew out and went back to Texas to regroup and make a game plan for the beautiful Merriams.