Tough day today ... we got up at 4 o'clock and did our whole thing ... walked back into the same area as yesterday, sent the dogs in, but nothing, not a peep. We waited there for four hours, Bran and I, waiting in our little shooting lane for a brocket deer to run by in the jungle, but it didn't. The dogs never picked up a scent, nothing.
 
Corey Knowlton went out today, but he didn't go for brocket deer, he went for the great curassow and the crested guan birds. He got both of them, and they are absolutely spectacular. They are beautiful big birds, not as big as a turkey, but like a slender turkey ... beautiful colors.
 
We went back out this evening, but zero, nothing. We saw a bunch of spider monkeys, which was cool. We're eating Corey's birds tonight, can't wait.
 
The Next Day ...
Got up at 4 this morning. We heard howler monkeys. I'd never heard them before, amazing, kind of scary.

Nothing happened with the brocket deer hunting. Slow day. We're working hard, but these might be the most challenging of all of the North American animals ...
 
The Next Day ...
A lot better luck this morning. The dogs were on a brocket deer most of the time, but I just couldn't ever get in front of them. We got within 200 yards once, but I never did see a deer. But at least two of the guys in the bush saw the brocket deer.
 
Then this evening same thing. We were just out of position. Bad luck. So, we will go after the red brocket deer one last time tomorrow morning, then we're done. This is definitely the hardest animal in North America. I can't say that I've never seen one, though, because in the village there is someone who had one as sort of a pet, but tied up . Beautiful animals, red, red, red, kind of like a big forest duiker. So, tomorrow we're headed to a new area. Greg Bond is here hunting with me, and he hasn't gotten one either, nor has he seen one. The next area we'll be hunting for white-lipped peccary and grey-brown brocket deer.
 
The Next Day ...
We're done with this area ... we have a 10-hour drive to our next hunting area and then we are staying in a hotel tonight, so I can get an actual shower and pull the ticks off of me. We had quite a boat ride getting out this morning because we were headed upriver. The same trip that took us 1 hour going downriver took us 2 1/2 hours going back up river because we were loaded pretty heavy.
 
This morning we had one last-ditch attempt. Greg set up in one area, and I set up in another. And I had one of the red brocket deer sneaking by me. It was in the jungle, so here if it's a red brocket you shoot it. Mine was a female. It was fully mature, and I'm proud as heck of it. The guys were thrilled. So, basically in nine man days of hunting, that was the only one we had a crack at that we even saw. Tough hunting. I'm going to keep trying to get a male someday, but you take your chances when they come through the bushes, it's 50-50.
 
On to the next camp!!