Great Beginners

The first day in the van, when I met Patt and Jason, they told me it was their first time dove shooting so I said to them that they are in the best place to learn and practice, always, of course, having fun!


“Yeah yeah, so we do then; I’ll meet you at the entrance of the field so I do not get in there with my car.- Great J, I’ll call you once the clients arrive in Cordoba’s airport.- Ok, Thanks David.”

That morning I had planned to be at the office in the morning and then meet David at the field entrance, before climbing to the hills, because my car is a little lower than the Van we use to transport groups of more than 3 people.

It was 1.25 pm when I reached the entrance to the field, just a few meters from the main route.

And while waiting I thought, why not? It doesn’t seem to be in bad conditions; I’ll climb. So, the first thing I did was to call David to let him know, otherwise, he would be waiting for me without knowing that I’m already at the field.

So it was then when I went up and left the car just 500 yds from where the camp was. About 15 minutes later David came, went up to the van and introduced me with the group. This time we had visitors from North Carolina: Jeffery, Mike, Patrick, and Jason.

Once in the camp, Filo, our chef,  was waiting for us with a delicious lunch with roast, chorizo (Argentinean Sausage), chicken and pork. I remember standing Jason finished eating and I was tired of sitting after 2 flights (although I also was anxious to meet the famous pigeons of Cordoba). AC-DC still sounded when after a quick lunch our friends started changing, leaving traveling clothes inside the van, in their respective bags. The real purpose of his trip will now begin: Hunting, drinking and having a great time.


That afternoon Jeffrey Canarian was on one side of the mountain, while the rest would be more ventured into the mountains, being Mike the one at the highest position.

Jason was the first to finish his 20 boxes and Santiago, his field assistant, offered to open another case but, since it was Jason’s first time dove shooting, he had had enough by that afternoon (other than the second day that he would shoot more than 45 boxes).

Then I went to Emmanuel and said to him “Ema, this is Patt, and it is his first time dove shooting… Can you guide him a little please?” and so he said “yes, of course, do not worry J, I will help him” (Ema was going to be Patt’s assistant).

So it was; he took 7 or 10 boxes for Patt to start shooting as if he had already done it several times. That afternoon Patt throw 20 boxes killing a total of 201 pigeons !! Let me tell you something because watching how happy he was is the most rewarding thing about this job: to see our guests being really happy having a great time with his friends. Patt surprised us all, specially the rest of the group, because of the skills he had and how fast he was learning and shooting as he was doing (the second day, he achieved a total of 434 pigeons between morning and afternoon).


The first day in the van, when I met Patt and Jason, they told me it was their first time dove shooting so I said to them that they are in the best place to learn and practice: you would see (just for the record, if we only take what Patt killed on the second day, it will take you 29 full days on the hunting season in the US to achieve what he did in just one day in Cordoba!) That evening Jason, Mike and Patt returned in the Van with David, while Jeffrey wanted to go with me since that day I had gone with my car.
We chatted for a long time but when Jeff heard on the background the first chords of Daze and Confused, he turned up the volume to the maximum and neither of us could resist it; we started screaming trying to follow the lyrics.
I still remember the face of Jeff surprised when we entered the car to the lodge. We joined the rest of the group and they were all saying thanks appreciating the excellent afternoon they had, because they had found everything above expectations. I remember the words of Jeff in the car: What is this man?, and I replied “This is your lodge, we are gonna stay here, this is gonna be your home for the next few days! And he could not believe his eyes! Too much ! 
The girls at the lodge were waiting for us with some juice and wet towels and after a bite, drinks and a great dinner with more and more drinks in the living room, we went to get some rest.
On the next day, we had breakfast at 8 am, leaving to the field at 9 (although we expected to do it at 8:30, it was not easy to get them ready for that time). We all went up to the same mountain, but it was a different field. This time Chanqui, the photographer, came with us to document the day with photos and video. In the morning, we hunt near the camp, next to a small lake, where pigeons often go to drink water.
Even though we know that the mornings are way different than the afternoons, they shot a total of about 65 boxes, being Jason the one that did the most with a total of 20.
The dove was flying until late lunch. In fact, when the chef called us to eat, we were still hunting in place. They were shooting two guys together, but we were all there, putting together skills and waiting for lunch since we were just about 30 yds to the camp.
Meat, meat ,and more meat with pears in red wine as dessert. Oh no, that’s fruit, no thanks. Just try it. Pears in wine with cream, ate everything, left nothing.
Jason opted for a nap in the hammock while the rest decided to lay on the grass; Jeffrey was in charge of the music. I could see that the boys had already climbed to prepare the hunting positions, so I calculated that we would climb in about 5 or 10 minutes.
Once in the hunting positions, I was surprised of how the wind stopped blowing because that morning had been very windy. Sunny but windy. Actually, the afternoon was very pleasant; a little breeze, not even wind.
Patt and Jeffrey were the last to finish that afternoon and I could still see the dove flying on posts while we were in the Van toward the Lodge. Patrick was impressedwith the dish that night: a tasty lasagna with bolognese sauce.
The next afternoon, Jason and Patt finished the day with the same number! yes, 366 doves each! Jason finished first while Patt was about 6 pigeons to reach him and he still had 10 or 11 cartridges. Unhurriedly, waiting for that best doves, he saw the ones that fit to reach Jason, and knowing that he had 2 chances to catch them, he saw a dove coming in front of him on the distance he liked and missed the first, but then, as soon as he saw the shotgun giving a little more swing and achieving impact with his last round, he reached Jason with 366 pigeons in the same amount of boxes: 30!
That evening all the boys returned to the lodge in order to share the last great night together. 
Good music, drinks, chess, backgammon and more drinks.
I’m gonna miss this guys, we had a hell of a time those days!
Juan Aguiló
Host & Media
Pointer Outfitters

Nothing but Celebration – Part I

Brad Meyer’s group arrived a Monday at 8.30 am to Cordoba’s airport where David was waiting to take them straight to the field. That morning the highway was quiet because it was a holiday in Argentina for San Martin death’s anniversary. José Francisco de San Martín y Matorras (25th February 1778 – 17th August 1850) was an Argentine general and the principal leader of the successful struggle for independence from Spain by the southern nations of South America.

Celebrated on the third Monday in August, this holiday commemorates the death of José de San Martín since he is regarded as the most important Argentinian founding father, who liberated not only a part of Argentina but also helped liberate Chile and Peru along with O’Higgins and Bolívar.

So, after an hour and a half of driving, they got to the camp and had lunch with another group of 8 people that had arrived 3 days before them and were leaving the next day. Right after lunch and a quick pause to get everything ready, David took them to the hunting spots, where the field assistants were waiting.


I wasn’t lucky this time because I couldn’t be that afternoon with the groups, but the guides told me that, since it was not windy and doves were constantly flying, it was an unforgettable afternoon hunt, mostly for someone that is in Argentina for the first time, knowing that Cordoba is the best place for dove shooting.

That night I went to the Lodge to introduce myself to the group and to spend some quality time with them. We had pasta for dinner and then we went to the fire pit to enjoy that beautiful night, but just me and Steve were the only ones left after a couple of hours, since the rest of the group was really tired after 24 hours of non-stopping activities and, of course, because of all the traveling.

The next morning, the group decided to stay at the lodge and relax a little bit. It was 10 am and everyone was ready. Some had scrambled eggs with bacon, others chose fried eggs with bacon, a cup of black coffee and a glass of orange juice. And then it was 10.30 am when I saw Martin arriving to the lodge with the Van to pick the leaving group up and, after him, I saw Facundo arriving too, looking for me and the group to take us that and the rest of the days to the field in a white Ford for 10 people._MG_4768.jpgThat afternoon we hunted in the hills, on a field located 30 km northeast from Villa del Totoral, town in which Plaza Real Lodge is placed. Totoral, as we call it here, is a town in the province of Córdoba, Argentina. It has 7,110 inhabitants per the 2001 census, and is the head town of the Totoral Department.

While I was climbing the hill, I found the first hunting spot in which there was Brad with Juan, his field assistant.

After 10 or maybe 15 minutes, we decided to move him to a different spot because, even though doves were flying great, they were unfortunately doing it too high and on a high speed because of the wind.

I kept walking, and I saw David and Juan in the second spot, cutting some branches to make a better spot for Brad, place in which doves were flying up on the flush of the mountains and coming across Brad, waiting for them around 20 to 45 yards away.

After a little while, Brad gave me his shotgun and invited me to hunt a bit with him. I’m not going to lie, it was super fun, and I still remember when not only one, but two doves came closer to us trying to land on a branch in front of us and I just could not resist the temptation and that’s how, from one moment to the other, laughter and feathers appeared.


I gently gave the shotgun back to Brad and, after I thanked him for inviting me to spend a moment with him, I left to check how the other guys were doing.

I walked something about 80 yards and found Steve. I asked Santiago, the field assistant, how was the afternoon going on this spot so far and, before he could even answer, I saw a group of fifteen doves approaching us. Steve killed 3 in a row, and missed other four for just a centimeter.

I decided to stay for about 25 minutes with Steve and Santiago to see how everything was going there. Then, I started walking uphill and I found Ricky and Emanuel on this amazing hunting spot of the afternoon since doves were flying low and slow. Ricky killed 345 doves that afternoon!


At the top of the hill I remember I saw Shane, who was hunting with his field assistant, Facundo. After 15 or maybe 20 shots, we realized that doves were passing just behind a tree that was not too big, but really dry, so we offered Shane to take a little break of 10 minutes and to grab an ice cold beer while we cut down some of the branches of that tree.

So that was how I climbed that tree and Facundo told me which were the branches that were bothering Shane. I stayed 15 more minutes with them and then I went down the hill where the last hunting spot was.

That was the biggest of them all, and it had the advantage of being in the shadows and, even though doves were not flying straight, they were doing it from right to left and the other way around, but don’t get me wrong, it was full of doves still!

To be continued…

Juan Aguiló

Host & Media

Pointer Outfitters

Jeff and His Group Are Back

Three generations of Brady together; Grandpa Tim, Jeff & Tim junior. They came to Cordoba a few days ago with four of their good friends.


It was a seven people group staying at La Loma Lodge which is perfectly situated between the two most prized dove roosts in cordoba, the La Loma experience offers superb shooting year round. It is a 60 minute drive from the airport; close to Totoral city on national road number 9.  La loma is a beautiful traditional estancia built in 1908 by one of the wealthiest families in argentina. The lodge is located about one hour north of cordoba international airport in the town of totoral. Situated next to the biggest dove roost in argentina, the rides to the fields are a convenient 10 to 40 minutes).

I remember it was a saturday morning when I got into the truck and went to the airport to pick John and Randy up, that were coming hours before the rest of the group. Their flight was coming from Chile, arriving at 12.09 am.


The original plan was to have lunch at an excellent restaurant in Jesus Maria and then go straight to the field, so we would more time to be hunting that afternoon, but the timing was not as we expected to be so, since they were coming from Chile, they had to stop at Aduana – which took them several minutes- and it wasn’t till 1.10 pm that I could finally meet John and Randy (well known as “Randy 2 steps” after inviting one of the girls at the lodge to dance). Once we were inside the truck, and after talking a little bit, I told them that we had two options; stop at one restaurant half way the field to eat the best Argentinean barbacue, taking us a couple of hours, or to eat some snaks in the truk on our way to the field in which we would hunt that afternoon.

The decision was unanimous, the dove was their priority this time, because I remember Randy telling me that this was his fifth trip to Argentina, so he was sure they were going to have amazing lunches at the field the next days.


The clock was ticking 2.45 when we met David at the field, waiting for us with beef sandwiches and some french fries. I could also notice, while we were having our lunch next to the truck, that Guillermo and Nicolas were our field assistants that day, and David, in the other hand, was going to be in general charge of the field those five days with this group.

That first day, doves were flying as usual, Randy and John were happy to be sharing some action and a couple of beers with us.


After an amazing afternoon, we decided to go to the lodge and, once we got there, we took a shower and had a tasty dinner.  Music, laughter, happiness and friendship. Randy showed us which one was his favourite country song to dance and it was then when he invited Soledad to dance with him, saying that he will show us “the way it must be done”. Soledad, Paola and another 4 girls are the ones in charge of running the lodge, so they treated us like if we were kings. 

IMG_GR_testimonials1472178583.jpgOn the second day, we had the whole group together so we had breakfast early in the morning and then at 8.15 am went directly to the high lands of cordoba, where doves are really active at this time of the year. After 35 minutes of driving, we got to the hunting spots. That morning was individual hunting. The day was perfect; just a few clouds on the sky and a little bit of wind. As usual, David was waiting for us with the camp already set and, also, with lunch almost ready. Meat, chicken, and pork, of course accompained with doves in red wine with vegetables.

After lunch, John decided to take a quick nap, while the rest of the group decided to sit down the sadows of a tree and share stories and anecdotes of that morning.

At the very moment we saw the doves flying again, we all went to the hunting spots, but this time, we were in groups of two, with the field assistants, of course.

That day was amazing; Jeff Douglas was on fire ! I remember watching from another shooting spot that all the doves were falling close to him !! In the other hand, Tim, John, and Randy were at the top of the mountain so everyone was on great positions.


At the end of the day, we went back to the lodge and ate some appetizers with drinks around to the fire pit. 

The third day was unbelievable! There were doves everywhere! They were flying high and low, in a short distance. From right to left and from left to right. It was an afternoon of huge groups of doves flying towards us; completely insane!

Music was playing while doves were falling one by one. That same afternoon, Tim junior was about to be a part of the 1.000 Doves Club! – in fact, he shot more than 1.000 birds! -.


That afternoon was so, so good, that the decision of staying at the lodge the next morning, was unanimous.

So that’s how it was, the morning of the fourth day we woke up, had a super energetic breakfast, as we are used to in La Loma Lodge and spent the morning just relaxing. At 1.30 pm we got inside the van to go straight to the field.

Since we had lunch before leaving the lodge, there was no need in setting up the camp.

This fourth day was different; our new friends decided that they wanted to start a competition, so that’s what we did.


Field assistants, clients, everyone was in. All the guides, along with their clients, were competing on the same hunting spot (in general, competitions were done when they are hunting between them four).

We were a total of 19 people on the same hunting spot, since David was making a team with Pablo who came to visiting us that day, and I was taking Grandpa’s place. 10 shots per person and every client shooting with its field assistant.

Finally, Francisco, one of the field assistants, won the first place, shooting 10 over 10. In the other hand and as I said before, I was replacing Grandpa and I could luckily hit 6 shots. Our team was the winner!

Now the best part comes; of course Francisco took the first place home, but what the guys didn’t know was that there was also a prize for the last place! Everyone was laughing at the idea of having last place prize, but it was a really original thing to do since the guys had never received a prize for being last !


After having so much fun, the last day of John and Randy was here. They wanted to stay at the lodge relaxing and getting ready for the flights and so did the group, because they wanted to spend John and Randy’s last few hours left  together.

Those days were amazing. I feel super lucky to had been able to meet such a nice group! They where full of joy, so I hope to see them again soon, in dallas at the DSC in January or here, in Argentina, “the bottom of the world”.

Juan Aguiló
Host & Media
Pointer Outfitters.

The Hammer

What is the hammer? A betting game. Do I have any idea how it works after countless explanations? Nope. Was it explained adequately and at length? Yes. I will say someone lost a lot of money playing that game. The group of gentlemen that arrived brought the hammer down. Figuratively and literally.


The gents were from Texas and Colorado. To say they knew how to party would be an understatement. They were the party.

We were headed to my favorite field that day. A field I call “the honey hole”. The previous two weeks had been non-stop rain, so it was good to see the sun out finally. Unfortunately for us, that also meant hordes of mosquitos buzzing incessantly. Normally the only bugs that persistently pester are flies. So to arrive at the field and be almost swallowed whole by clouds of mosquitos was less than ideal. Luckily there were brief bouts of wind which subdued the evil blood suckers. The gents were placed in ideal locations throughout the field. Hunting beneath trees or behind large rolls of hay. The birds were coming in frequently and consistently. Parakeet, pigeon, and dove fell in scores. As to be expected, the gents were all good shots. They were serious in the field, concentrating fully on decimating the dove population. I knew better than to believe that they were timid. They were wild. Lions, bears, and buffalos! The birds started to dwindle towards the afternoon and it was time for lunch. They trickled into camp, had beer or wine, and conversed jovially with each other sharing stories.


The feast began with bacon wrapped dove breast and a light salad, accompanied by the famous Argentinean Malbec wine. The next course, pork ribs cooked to perfection followed by chicken breast and thigh; lightly seasoned with lime and salt. The third entrée was tenderloin, pink in the center, which was extremely moist seasoned with pepper. Lastly, a layered tiramisu with two layers of graham cracker crust. It was filling,it was delicious, it was just what everyone needed. Having finished the meal, we sat around and conversed a little longer before we headed back out to the field.


The morning was okay, but the evening was phenomenal. We moved to another corn field which was closer to the roosting area. The gents were set up in an L shape effectively funneling the birds to each other. Cloud after cloud of dove started pouring in. With each shot in the back line, about a hundred dove would peel off from a cloud and start swirling in the middle of all the blinds. A living hurricane composed of feather, meat, and bone. Oh, the horror! So they did what any cowboy would do, shot until their arms nearly fell off. This went on for about two hours. There was hooting, there was hollering, and there was plenty of dead birds littered across the field. Around 5:30 pm the birds slowed down and the shooting became less frequent. The gents started walking back to the van. Everyone was very content with their day. Each having a bigger smile than the person before.

All in all it was another great day of hunting in Argentina! As far as the outcome to hammer is concerned? Let’s just say Benton knows how to make it a “sure thing”. Sorry Boom Boom, maybe next time.

Don’t cry for me Argentina!

Parker Tipton

Host & Guide


The Mischief Makers

You never really know what to expect when a group arrives. These particular gentlemen caught me off guard. They looked normal enough, soon I would find out how lively they really were. The gentlemen first to arrive were Frank Brienzi, Brian Edwards, Derek Ethridge, and Brian Herndon.


We exchanged stories around the fire while they enjoyed some drinks. They each filed away in turn to go take showers before dinner. Once they were done, they came back to the fire and each had another drink before dinner. Dinner was fantastic as usual.

Silvia, our head chef at La Loma, always does an astounding job. About this time, I realized Derek was feeling pretty good. They headed back to the fire and another round of drinks was downed in the act of socializing. At this time Greg and his son Chad had arrived. I ushered them into the dining room and they began eating. We chatted for a while exchanging stories.


Outside, unbeknownst to me, Frank had suggested that Derek should climb the 100 foot Sepia tree on the property, the prize being a thousand dollars if he made it to the top. This tree has been on estancia grounds for the better part of a century and no one has climbed it. Derek, never backing down from a bet, began his climb. To say Derek was ‘feeling alright’ wouldn’t be doing the phrase justice. To be clear, Derek is a 53 year old pharmacist who does not have an athletic physique. Did that stop, concern, or worry Derek in the slightest? Nope. He scaled halfway up the tree as fast as any chimp ever dared to climb. The speed and voracity to which he attacked the limbs he used as steps was almost inhuman. I heard the gentlemen roaring with laughter. I can only imagine how hilarious it actually was. Derek made it halfway up when the other gentlemen started to call him down. He was already far above the top of the lodge at this point. He meandered down and by the time it was all through, everyone had had a good laugh. Derek had forever endeared himself to us as “el mono blanco” (the white monkey).


The shenanigans were far from done. The next morning Brian E. heard Frank get up to go to the bathroom. He snuck silently into Frank’s room and waited in the dark, like a predator waits for prey. Frank washing his hands signaled to Brian that the moment of terrifying surprise was about to commence. Frank, still half asleep, walked back to his bed expecting nothing. Pouncing from the darkness, Brian scared Frank to death. An unearthly howl emitted from Frank the likes of which I’ve never heard, waking me from my slumber two rooms down. I’d say the reaction which occurred seemed to delight Brian to no end. It was certainly quite funny to hear it recounted over breakfast. Our van arrived shortly after breakfast. We all clambered inside waiting for Derek to finish climbing all the trees in the courtyard. He was surprisingly fast.


After about a 40 minute drive we arrived at the field. The guides were waiting and quickly led their hunters to each individually placed blind. The weather was quite agreeable. There was a slight misting of rain that was rather refreshing. The birds were flying steady. I went to visit Chad and Greg first. I walked up to Chad and we exchanged a few words. I stood there for a couple minutes. Chad was knocking dove out of the sky left and right. More than once he dropped a bird that his dad was going to shoot. Always great to see a little friendly competition!  I know for a fact that Greg enjoyed the hunting. I also know for a fact that the hunting paled in comparison to the joy he felt spending time with his son. They both shared laughter, respect, and contentment in a variety of unforgettable moments throughout their trip. I then walked back to camp and jumped in Martin’s (the head guide) truck. We drove up to where Frank and Brian E. were shooting.  The blinds were set up in optimal flight paths. Frank was a great shot. Ol’ lanky Franky was taking high shots, long shots, whiskey shots, and consistently hitting them. I’d say he was shooting about 65 percent. Across the field in a feed lot, Brian E. was slaying em as well. Content with what I saw, I started walking towards the other blinds where ‘mono blanco’ and Brian H. were shooting. It turns out Derek’s skills in climbing trees didn’t transfer over to shooting. He was hitting one in every three shots. Not bad, for a silverback. I turned my attention to Brian Herndon’s blind. Brian H. was probably the best shot in the group. He was meticulously killing birds in the 25 – 35 yard range.  He was extremely patient, focusing on his follow through and a slow trigger pull. He knew the bird was going down before he pulled the trigger. Beautiful shooting.


Shortly thereafter it was time for lunch. The gentlemen jumped in the van and headed back to camp. I was busy with Frederico at this point preparing lunch and tending to the fire. The gentlemen milled around the camp having a beer before lunch. Lunch was just about ready so everyone got themselves situated around the table we set up prior to their arrival. For lunch we had traditional Argentinean barbeque known as “asado”. A light salad composed of avocado, onion, tomato, and lettuce was our first course. It was doused with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, giving it a sweet tang. Juicy sausage was served next. Then came the pork flank. Seasoned with salt, pepper, and lime juice; it was the perfect consistency of fat and muscle. It is akin to eating a large succulent piece of bacon. The main entrée was tenderloin. Slow cooked to perfection with a moist pink center and a charred exterior. The two textures playing off each other exceptionally. Lastly, chicken thigh and breast seasoned with lime juice, salt, and pepper. For dessert we had a layered chocolate pudding. The first layer was chocolate sauce followed by chocolate pudding. The second layer was a graham cracker crumble over a crème custard. Lastly, chocolate pudding again. Compliments to the chef, Frederico! During lunch, everyone took their turn exchanging funny stories. These hilarious little marvels will remain unspoken but they were excellent to say the least!


After lunch the guides took off to prepare the afternoon hunting locations. We waited in camp for them to return. At one point Frank, the ‘beast master’, telepathically communicated to the giant blonde Labradors which roamed the farm. Loyal to their master’s wishes, a vigorous humping party commenced. Amused by the spectacle, Frank grinned. He had a glaze to his eyes which suggested he was once again telepathically communicating with the dogs. He never informed us what he exactly said to them, but both of the dogs took off in a dead sprint. Martin returned with the van shortly thereafter and it was time for the afternoon hunt.

To be continued…

A Warm Welcome

It was another cool breezy day in Cordoba, Argentina. The sun was out but it wasn’t overly hot. Clouds were moving in the distance perhaps signaling a storm that was yet to come. This particular group of gentlemen were from Lebanon and Syria. They currently resided in Houston and Dubia. They were all very pleasant and welcoming. Great people to be around all in all.


We started our hunt around 7:45 am that morning. We were hunting a property with rolling hectares of corn fields. The birds were flying strong and everyone was anxiousto begin hunting. Shots soon rang out after the gentlemen started taking their positions strewn out across the field. Although it had been a great many months since most of the men last shot, they were dropping birds with an increased pace and rhythm. Before long, the morning hunt had drawn to a close and it was time for lunch.

For lunch we had traditional Argentinean barbeque known as “asado”. A light salad composed of avocado, onion, tomato, and lettuce was our first course. It was doused with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, giving it a sweet tang. Juicy sausage was served next. Then came the pork flank. Seasoned with salt, pepper, and lime juice; it was the perfect consistency of fat and muscle. It is akin to eating a large succulent piece of bacon. The main entrée was tenderloin. Slow cooked to perfection with a moist pink center and a charred exterior. The two textures playing off each other exceptionally. Lastly, chicken thigh and breast seasoned with lime juice, salt, and pepper. For dessert we had peach flan. It was light and airy providing a sweet but not overly filling end to our meal. After lunch the gentlemen had coffee and chatted before they headed to their afternoon hunting locations.
The afternoon was what I had come to expect hunting at this particular location. Around 4:30pm, wave after wave of dove started flying back to their roosting area. With a slight wind at their back, they were moving at a high speed making for challenging shots. Some of the hunters struggled initially but those that did were quick learners. By shooting in front, before the dove flared left or right, they were met with success more often than not. Shots continually rang out and birds dropped consistently. The clouds I had seen earlier in the day were much closer now. Rolling gray giants which unleashed water inconsistently and whipped the wind into further fury. Around 6:00pm everyone was finished hunting and ready to head back to lodge. About 45 minutes later we made it to the lodge and everyone headed to their rooms to get cleaned up.
We offer a variety of evening events at Pointer Wingshooting to spice up any night. Elias, Issam, Abrahim, and Saam were honored guests so we provided the trifecta over a three day period as well as traditional food from their homeland. I could tell that Pablo had strong feelings about this group and would spare no expense to see them happy.
The first evening we had tango dancers perform. It was similar to watching two flamingos strut about. Quick movements followed by slow elaborate movements. It was mesmerizing in a way but I had seen much more tango than most, so I wasn’t impressed. The gentlemen seemed to love it though. Elias even got up and did his own version of the dance. Now that was impressive! The next evening we had a delightful little band of mariachis show up. Horns blazing, they lit up the area. Living up to the mariachi name, the lead could hold a note for more than a minute. He was an old portly fellow with the only black sombrero in the mix. Where did all that air came from, I don’t know. You would think if you stuck him with a needle he’d pop like a balloon. Regardless, it was an amazing performance and certainly not one that would be forgotten any time soon. The last evening we witnessed two belly dancers perform. Now the gentlemen were more accustomed to this to be sure but who doesn’t enjoy a good belly dance? The beautiful little Argentinean bombshells started their shaking and were greeted by a great many eyes. Twisting, shifting, dipping. Oh, I do enjoy the belly dancers! Could the gentlemen resist joining the fun? Of course not, belly dancing is addictive. Saam got up and really showed those ladies how to move! Then one by one more men joined the dance. Before it was all said and done, I had seen more belly dancing than I imagined I would. The gentlemen were thouroughly delighted. I sensed that we brought them a little closer to home and that was priceless. An amazing group with amazing people. I was honored then as I am now, that I had the pleasure to spend some time with them. 
Don’t cry for me Argentina!
Parker Tipton
Host & Guide
Pointer Outfitters


The Wild Ones

The morning was pleasant. Plenty of cloud coverage and a soft breeze to accompany it. We were hunting on a local rancher’s farmland. The blinds were set up underneath sprawling trees on the edge of soybean and corn fields. Federico would be our head guide for the day. I accompanied Joshua, Cody, Andy, Jason, and Sam.



These men all came from Texas and all of them embodied the ideal of a “Southern Gentleman”. These men struck me as intelligent, well spoken, and highly respected in their individual fields of business. They were pretty good shots as well! The morning hunt began shortly after arriving at the field and the gentlemen departed with their guides accordingly. Shot soon began to fill the air along with shouts of encouragement and revelry. It was sure to be a great day of wing shooting. 


Federico, David, and I began setting up camp. We cleared brush and leveled out the ground. About midway through the process, David uncovered an Adder. It was the first time I had seen any type of snake in Argentina. Federico quickly put his machete to work and shortly thereafter, there was one less Adder. The snake itself was beautiful. The same diamond pattern you would find on their near cousin the rattlesnake. After dispatching the snake, we then set up the table and started the fire for lunch. Shots became less and less frequent signaling that the gentlemen were arriving for lunch shortly. Final preparations were made and David began placing meat on the grill.


For lunch we had traditional Argentinean barbeque known as “asado”. A light salad composed of avocado, onion, tomato, and lettuce was our first course. It was doused with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, giving it a sweet tang. Juicy sausage was served next. Then came the pork flank. Seasoned with salt, pepper, and lime juice; it was the perfect consistency of fat and muscle. It is akin to eating a large succulent piece of bacon. The main entrée was tenderloin. Slow cooked to perfection with a moist pink center and a charred exterior. The two textures playing off each other exceptionally. Lastly, chicken thigh and breast seasoned with lime juice, salt, and pepper. For dessert we had flan. It was light and airy providing a sweet but not overly filling end to our meal.Compliments to the chef, David! Everyone exchanged stories and laughter filled the air. The afternoon hunt began shortly thereafter.


I stayed behind to help pack up the equipment and then set out for the blinds. They were set up at the edge of a corn field on the tree line. It was a mile walk from where our camp was and I passed corn, soybean, and sorghum fields on the way. As I neared the tree line, a fierce hollering pierced the air. Joshua, Cody, and Andy (the wild ones) were filling the sky with lead. Dove and pigeon fell from the sky in increasing numbers. They were excellent shots! I greeted them on approach and was welcomed into their midst jovially. I stood behind Andy and watched all three men knock bird after bird down. A chirping occurred in the distance, signaling a trio of parakeets incoming. Andy and Joshua shot at the same time, knocking all three birds from the sky instantaneously! There was a moment of amazed looks shared between everyone present. Then a chorus of laughter and yelling. I pitched in adding my own greeting and a victory dance. After another two hours of shooting, everyone seemed to be pretty worn out. We all headed back to the van triumphant. Another great day of shootingin Cordoba, Argentina.


Don’t cry for me Argentina!

Parker Tipton

Host & Guide

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