The Ladies Adventure Camp Experience (LACE) has a Hogs and Does Hunting Adventure on their calendar. This is a great opportunity if you’re interested in learning to hunt or if you’re an experienced hunter who would like to attend a women’s only hunting event.
Ten ladies will partake in the women’s only hogs and does hunting event. Arrival will begin the afternoon of November 9th, hunting days will be Saturday, November 10th, and Sunday, November 11th and hunters will depart November 12th.
Once you sign up you’ll receive information regarding obtaining a hunting license. If you’re under the age of 47 you’ll need a hunter education card. If you’re over 47-years-old a hunter education card is not required. However, it would be great to see all women take the course because it’s important to have a basic understanding of safety, hunting techniques, outdoor skills, game management and conservation.
Since the hunt will take place on a high fence ranch the cost of a hunting license is $45 (instead of $350). FYI – hogs and whitetail doe populations are immense at the ranch where the event is held; it’s smart game management to thin the herd. Meat processing is offered on-site for an additional cost. If you would like to donate your meat, we’ll collaborate with Hunters for the Hungry to make sure none goes to waste.
The cost for the Hogs and Does Hunting Adventure will be a modest $500 for the four days and includes housing, meals, non-alcoholic beverages, etc.. There will be a $100 per hog and $150 per whitetail trophy fee. This is a 75% discount based on comparable hunts.
Deb Ferns created the Ladies Adventure Camp Experience(LACE) for women who want to learn how to hunt. Women are paired with other women who already have extensive experience in various hunting fields. The LACE events are geared toward the novice who wants to “try before they buy” so even guns and ammo are provided! Visit www.JoinLACE.com and jump on board for this hunting adventure; fun guaranteed! For more information contact Deb@DebFerns.com.
Episode 007 of the MAC Outdoors Podcast with Mia and Lea. This week the duo talks about their SCI Chapter’s fundraiser banquet, a last minute hog hunt Mia attended and how newcomers can get started hunting.
Tune in each week as the dynamic mother/daughter duo share their adventures. You’ll find tips, tricks, lessons and tales from the trail. Mia is a mom, hunting guide, writer and vlogger who lives on a ranch in Colorado. Her daughter, Lea, also a guide, is a passionate young hunter who’s finishing high school and prepping for the journey to college. TUNE IN because you never know what obstacles and inspiration they’ll encounter as they head outside for new adventures.
The Little Gal and I had big plans for spring hunting this year. We were going on two different spring break hog hunts, a youth turkey hunt and we were going to be doing some good ol’ Oklahoma fishing. These plans unfortunately had to be cancelled, put off and changed. The Little Gal’s grandpa, aka “Pops,” became extremely ill, had kidney failure and passed away. The Little Gal learned a lot from the loss and the brief interruption or “inside-outing” of our lives. She and I are gathering ourselves back together with the help of Hank. He’s been a rock throughout it all for the both of us. He’s re-scheduled a couple of our plans for later in the summer and is working on getting us back to “right-side out.”
After my hunt was over in southern Oklahoma, I quickly made my way back up to hunt with Hank and the Little Gal. I had hunted that morning and planned to hunt with them this evening. I had dropped them off two days prior and they had been having fun with out me so now I was excited to join them.
Saturday morning they had headed out to hunt turkeys and weren’t able to call them off of the neighboring property so they went with our friend Travis to check his hog traps.
They were pleasantly surprised to see young hogs in the trap and the Little Gal got to hold one after Travis snared it.
The remaining traps were empty so they headed to the creek to catch some fish. She caught the most fish out of anyone and was pleased with the day so far.
After some time they headed to the house for lunch. As they sat and ate they noticed that there was a fire on the neighboring property. The fire ended up rolling over the hills in no time at all and instead of an after noon hunt, they ended up playing fire fighter as they protected Travis’ family’s house. The afternoon hunt was out of the question.
The following morning, they checked traps again and skipped the turkey hunt. They spent their time watching the embers of charred trees to see if anything would flare up or trees would fall over.
I was excited to meet up with them and made it back in good time. They had told me what was going on with the fire, but I had no idea. I made the three-hour drive and turned onto their gravel road to see not just smoke but flames.
I headed to the house to see charred land all along the way.
I got closer to the house and worried about what it may look like. They had done a great job. There was a beautiful circle of green all around it.
I unloaded and went in. No one was there to great me. I walked through the house and out to the back patio where I found everyone sitting, exhausted watching the smoking embers of what remained of the fire. They were pleased that they had managed to save everything and acted as if it weren’t too big a deal. They were mainly exhausted from the smoke they had been breathing for the past day. We decided to rest and then head out to take the Little Gal for an evening hog hunt.
We were excited to take her out that last evening of our trip. She wanted to get a hog to give to her grandpa. If she got a hog, her grandpa would be taking it to give to an indian tribe as an offering. We headed out and had high hopes for her. She was very nervous as we went to a crossing path where the hogs would be heading from one field to another. We found a place and sat in the brush and waited. Soon we heard a grunt and the Little Gal got nervous. She lifted her gun and we told her “Here it comes.” She said she couldn’t see it. It ran past and sure enough, she couldn’t see it. She was just a little too low in the brush. We stood her up and saw more coming. She was pretty rattled after the first hog ran by so as this group came, we spent our time trying to get her settled. She finally settled and the last straggler of the group headed our way. She aimed her Benelli and we weren’t sure if it was going to happen, but there it was, BAM! She squeezed off a shot and hit that hog, “right in the goodies” as she would say.
We waited quietly in the brush to make sure it wasn’t going to move and nothing was going to get us and then we headed out to see her harvest!
Success for the Little Gal! I was so happy to have been able to make it back in time to experience her hunt with her and be a part of it.
It’s spring break in Ptown and we were fortunate enough to plan a trip to Oklahoma. I know, I know. Why Oklahoma? You see, I am a Camp Wild Girls Hunting Party rep. I sell Camp Wild Girls and Prois Hunting apparel. Through this I met Tracy Splechter of the Outdoor Connection. She is also a Camp Wild Girls Hunting Parties rep. Last October she arranged a hog hunt for the ladies and I immediately jumped on board. Since the hunt would be right around the Little Gal’s spring break, Hank and I planned a little adventure for her as well. The two of them would go visit our friend Travis and he would take them hog hunting also.
Spring break approached and our plans became concrete. We would all travel together, with me dropping Hank and the Little Gal off at Travis’ house and then heading south to my ladies hunt. In our last minute preparations to leave for our spring break hunt, Travis informed us that in Oklahoma, youth turkey season would open the day after Hank and the Little Gal arrived! Wow! Things just kept getting better! We packed our gear, loaded up and headed south to warmer weather and a spring hunting vacation.
The drive went smooth and we were in Northern Oklahoma in no time at all. Thirteen hours! When we arrived, we visited with our friend Travis’. He was just heading out to check his hog traps, and I had plenty of time so I decided to ride along with them in hopes of seeing a hog right away. We had no such luck, but I enjoyed the visit anyhow. We returned to unload Hank and the Little Gal’s gear and then I was on my way for a three-hour drive south to meet the ladies for my Oklahoma hog hunt! It was another drive, but I was excited.
All the ladies arrived and were ready to head out to their stands to hunt by 5pm. Our guides drove us out and dropped us off and notified us they would be back after dark. They told us not to leave our stands. If we shot anything we were to text them and they would be there shortly. I climbed up and closed the door. I situated my gear and my gun and I took my range finder out and noted the distance to each area.
Then I sat quietly and I waited. Wow was I tired. I had driven all night, dropped my husband and daughter off and then drove some more and now I had to sit still and quiet?!
I rotated and looked in all directions, searching for any movement at all. My eyelids grew heavy. I heard turkeys gobbling in the trees. I pulled out my binoculars to search for them. It would be great to see one even though I wasn’t hunting one. Nothing. Just gobbling but I couldn’t see a bird through the brush. I rotated again searching for movement. This routine continued on and on, over and over again. Then I caught it! Movement! In the middle of the field!
Woa! What is that?! It sure wasn’t a turkey. I grabbed my binos again and looked closer. So cool! It was an armadillo!
Not exciting to some, but for me it was. This was the first armadillo I had ever seen that wasn’t flattened on the road. So cool! I sat and watched him for quite some time. He walked and turned and posed for me and I snapped away with the camera, happy as can be to have something showing off for me and holding my attention. Then he wandered off into the bushes leaving me with nothing but sitting and turning and looking for another movement.
Now I was having fun! Turkeys gobbling and armadillos rooting around. All I needed was to see a hog. I sat and stared and turned and scanned for movement. I grabbed the binos to look for that turkey that seemed to be making his way down the draw. Nothing. Then, WAY off in the distance, 579 yards, away (yes, I know this. I ranged it too! ) I saw some tom turkeys strutting away. There were three of them and they were having a great time dancing away. I tried for a picture but it was a ways off.
After seeing those toms so far away, I was excited to see if the one I was hearing so close in the trees would make his way out and present him self. Then I saw more movement.
A hen right in front of my stand. Here I was so excited to see these birds that I kept hearing. I was anxious to see the tom, and just then I caught movement off to the right. I set my camera up and zoomed in hoping to at least get another blury shot of a tom. I clicked. That is when I saw the playback on the camera.
That’s no tom turkey! That’s a hog! I scooted my camera out of the way. There were eight hogs headed my way. They were running and bumping and fighting their way to the front. I carefully lifted my rifle and focused on one that ran past all the others to the head of the pack. When he was clear of all the others, I took a breath, focused and pulled the trigger. He belly-flopped right on the ground as the rest of the group scattered and ran for the trees. I was so excited at how quickly everything happened. I sat and watched, ready to shoot again if I needed to. Sure enough, that hog jumped right up and ran. I tried for him again, but clearly missed him as he was on the run. I texted my guides that I had shot one, and just before dark they came to help me look. We looked and looked in the dark and never found any sign of blood or a hog. I was severely disappointed because I was sure I must have hit him since he fell, but alas, we couldn’t find any blood. After some time they brought me back to the group at our cabin.
One of the other ladies with us, Katie, had gotten her first hog ever. We celebrated her success as I sat baffled at my miss. I never miss. Never say never right? The ladies cheered me up and we ate fajitas and celebrated our vacation. After much fun we all headed to our bunks. I went to bed with thoughts of how that hog dropped and how I would need to look for blood in the morning.
Morning came in no time at all and I was up and ready to go back to my same stand. The guide dropped me off in the dark and said I would hunt the morning and when it was time to go in for breakfast we would look for blood and a trail in the day light.
That morning I sat all those hours and questioned and questioned what had happened the night before. I heard the toms gobbling in the trees again and saw does and nothing more that morning. When my guide came back, I took him directly to where I had seen the hog drop. We walked and walked circles and zig zags looking for a single drop of blood. Nothing. We walked the trail the direction the hog had run and found nothing. We discussed what had happened and decided I had missed. I reluctantly headed back in for breakfast.
I called Hank and discussed what had happened and that is when we both had an epiphany. I hadn’t sighted in my rifle! In all the driving and excitement, I hadn’t stopped to think or take the time to sight in my rifle. Yes, I carry it in a hard case, and it was handled safely, but I was at a new elevation. I texted my guide and asked him to come get me right away. I had to shoot at a target.
My guide picked me up and took me to their range to sight in. I squeezed one off and it hit low right. The wind was blowing pretty good, so the left right of my shot could be off, but it’s the up down I was concerned about. I squeezed another one off. Just low of center. Now when I say low, I don’t mean a couple of centimeters. I shot those two shots and BOTH were about six inches low of the center line. WOW! What a rookie mistake not sighting in my gun at this low elevation! We finished sighting in and I felt a lot more confident that I probably did miss that hog. I wasn’t happy, but with no blood and a gun that was clearly way off it’s mark, I was ready to hunt again.
That evening I went to a new stand and was excited to see more hogs so I could get my second chance. I climbed up and got settled in and the wind blew and rocked my stand.
I grabbed the range finder and binoculars and was set and ready to go in the event I saw another hog. With the howling wind, I wasn’t sure I would see anything. I received a spark of hope when I saw a hen come out to the feeder.
She fed around and then made her way off into the trees. I saw another hen, and then another came running directly in front of my stand. No hogs.
A while later, I saw light and dark images over the horizon on one side. At first glance I was excited that it could be hogs. After close inspection and one lifting its head, I saw it was more of those white tails.
I remained hopeful that a hog might come out as I sat in the rocking stand. I sat and watched and sat and watched. I spun and watched the wasps as they ducked into the blind to escape the wind.
There were many wasps that flew in and out and out and in. I looked for hogs and watched the wasps. The sun began to go below the tree line and I knew it wouldn’t be long and this evening’s hunt would be over.
We headed back and celebrated lots of great stories about the stands, hunting and various other hilarities. The ladies were so great to hang out with! We visited until the late hours and then plopped our heads on the pillow.
When morning came we were all up and ready to go again in no time at all. The guides took us all to new stands and we all knew this morning we had to be serious. This was the last hunt!
The wind was still howling and the new stand I was in was rockin’. I held hope to see another hog and get my second chance as the light began to shine and I saw four white tails feeding out in the field in front of me.
I set up and was ready as soon as shooting light came. It wasn’t long before those white tail deer that were feeding in front of the stand headed off into the trees. I watched as various critters came and went.
First came two turkey hens.
They fed and groomed themselves as I sat at clicked away taking their pictures.
I saw a beautiful, bright red cardinal.
He posed for me while I caught him on my camera.
An amazing blue herring came and swept the creek, fishing his way the whole way down. I was so awe-struck by his beauty that I didn’t even lift my camera. I don’t think a picture could have even done him justice. This final stand sure was a beautiful one. I was pretty pleased just to see so many critters moving around.
Before long I was being picked up and heading back to the cabin. The group had bagged two hogs in the two days. Not bad at all considering the high winds we dealt with. The ladies were cheery but there was some sadness that our fun weekend was already over. We had some fun memories together and can not wait to do it again. If you ever get the chance to join in a ladies hunt, you will love it!
Here are some pics of a little fun we had in between hunts.