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 shooting in Cordoba, Argentina.

Don’t cry for me Argentina!

Parker Tipton

Host & Guide

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