Whiterock Trophy Ranch Hunt
I recently had the privilege of hunting at Whiterock Trophy Ranch in Italy, TX. I had been out there once before in the early fall running dogs. I knew on that trip that I had to come back and hunt it. So, I hooked up with one of their guides on FB and set up an outing on March 7th. My main target was Texas Dahl Sheep but I was wanting to get a pig as well if one presented itself.
I arrived just about 3pm and after signing all the papers and suiting up, we were off. It’s a big place – 1000 acres – so we ran a side-by-side to cover as much ground as we could. We spotted a few good rams right off the bat but since it was early, we decided to pass and see what else we could see. As we drove around we saw tons of game: Blackbuck, Oryx, Fallow deer, Axis deer, Whitetail, Corsican rams and tons of ducks. But no pigs. That was until we hit a spot way on the back of the property.
We drove up and there was a sounder about 200 yards off against a low fence feeding. There were some decent pigs in it so we decided to make a play for them. We slowly stalked up to about 100 yards and during our stalk they had moved down the fence line towards us into some thick brush. They were eating and some were bedded. We sat behind a thin oak grove and watched them for about 20 minutes. The wind was perfect and they had no idea we were there. I had picked out a big black and white one and he finally gave me the shot I wanted. He slowly walked out of the thicket into the field about 80 yards away. I settled in and let him have it. He dropped in his tracks. I was pretty stoked seeing as how it was off-hand with a .243. We loaded him up and took him back to the skinning shed. He was gutted and put in the walk-in cooler and we were off for a ram.
We went to the spots where we had seen the rams earlier but they were nowhere to be found. We happened upon a nice one in with a group of axis and I jumped out of the buggy, grabbed my shooting sticks and tried to get a shot. Every time I was trained in on him and ready to squeeze, he would turn and walk away from me offering me no shot. He did this a few times and finally they gave us the slip.
We spent the next 20 minutes searching for them and eventually ended up towards the front of the property in a sparsely wooded meadow. There was a black Hawaiian feeding. We rolled up to within about 150 yards of him. I hopped out, grabbed the shooting sticks and stalked up another 50-60 yards. He offered me a perfect broadside shot at about 90 yards away. I hit him and he hunched up and trotted a little ways…then, he tumbled to the ground. Success! The .243 strikes again!
It was a great hunt on a fantastic ranch. I will be back for sure as there are plenty more animals on my list on this place and the numbers and quality are impressive!