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 anxious to 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