Yesterday was a total haywire day. Our guide is kind of a different character; he didn't show up on time. So we got to the hunting area too late and had to turn around. The bottom line is that we drove for seven hours yesterday morning without hunting at all. I don't know ... Then in the evening we went to another area and actually saw probably 10 roe females and one little male.

Then that night back at the hotel they moved us from our room toward the front of the hotel with all of the big, heavy trucks coming by all night to back side of the hotel. But, it turns out, that's where the trains come by every 20 minutes. They shook the whole room. We didn't get much sleep. Got up this morning to meet at 7 o'clock to go to the hunting area. We sat in the car for an hour before the guide finally showed up and then promptly got lost, and, oh my God, it was a mess.
 
We didn't hunt this morning because we decided to head out to the chamois area. The driver got lost, and we went 20 miles in the wrong direction in a construction zone and into a tunnel. Now, remember, we had a little trailer behind us and we had gone past all kinds of signs that said "keep out" into the tunnel that they were drilling into the mountains and then into a side tunnel in the mountains until it was just maybe only twice as wide as the truck all the way to the end of the tunnel where they were planting explosives to blow more holes to build this highway!! This was actually an air vent beside the highway that they were drilling through the mountains.

Then the driver realized we were in big trouble, and the workers came, and because we were filming the whole way, oh my, did the s--- hit the fan. Apparently this area is some political separatist area. Our guy unhooked the trailer behind the truck, and these guys went absolutely crazy. They blocked off the end, we turned around got the trailer hooked up, and they were going crazy at us. Anyway, they called the police and then the state police, so we were four hours getting torn apart, ripped open bags, everything, passports, permits ... we basically got the 10th degree.

Bottom line is they finally let us go. They realized that we were retards. How we got that far into that tunnel I have no idea. So we got out and then drove another 100 km through the mountains to end up in this absolutely gorgeous chalet in the tops of the mountains with a full moon. So, the guide was a total dud, and tomorrow we start hunting Pyrenean chamois.

Sorry for not getting this blog in earlier. Got to Spain a couple of days ago. Headed out on the first leg of our journey into the northwest region of spain. Sighted in the T/C the first evening, and everything was perfect. Next morning we got up first thing and crawled up into the mountains ... absolutely beautiful, green and rocky. Red stag everywhere, we spotted them they were roaring and there were male chamois and then a few females. We had to wait until the red stags moved off into the thick stuff, roaring the whole way ... then we cut underneath the the chamois and made a stalk. Had a 130-yard shot at this Cantabrian chamois, the smallest of the chamois.

I believe this one will be the world record, perfect shot dropped in its tracks. Beautiful country here, excellent food,  Louise and I are gaining weight! Staying at a beautiful little stone lodge that is family run and absolutely gorgeous. Last year I hunted for Cantabrian chamois for three days and didn't get one. Missed a shot last year at 170 yards.

Today we're headed for the roe buck area more toward the east and south of Spain, still north of Madrid. We went out this evening and saw two or three pairs of roe buck right at dark, so tomorrow morning we're heading out early. Looking good, we have high hopes, last year we didn't get one.

We're pretty well finished here in Peru. We went out last night.  I saw one doe and then we got in and they had a band going all night long, party, party, party drinking like crazy cause it's the village celebration of the year for two days.

We got up this morning to go hunting, and everyone was drunk; all the guides were drunk, passed out, the bands were playing all night long and fireworks all night long. I had earplugs in and my hat tied over my head. So, we just went out on our own today. I saw two does and that was it. Walked a million miles up at 12,000 feet, two does, and now we're shut down because our vehicle is toast and we're waiting for a new fan to come. It's the curse of the Incas, I guess. There's a remote possibility that tomorrow early we could go out, but I just don't see the deer sign around here. Like I say, the village is totally in celebration. They came through and grabbed me and were dancing with me through the whole village and they were trying to pour this poisonous moonshine down me. Then, just as  I was going to use this phone, this one guy said he was going to slice my throat, so that's not looking good, either. So, it looks like we're going to be stuck here in a room blockaded unless I get real brave to go down to watch the bullfight up in the village square. There's just a little too much drinking right here now, so tomorrow we're heading out ...

Later that evening ...

The sun is just going down here. We found a plastic fan for the radiator, we got it attached and we're getting out of here. Just a little bit too hairy scary around here with everyone being drunk and maybe just a little dangerous. So we're going to head out and camp out in the vehicle tonight. Some guy wanted to cut my throat, so it's probably a good time to depart. There is a bull fight in town, so there will be lots of blood and guts. We figured it would be better to depart than become part of the festivities. Going to try one last spot two hours from here and that will be my last kick on whitetails in South America.

The Next Day ...

We made it last night off the Andes to the flatlands and this morning got up early and drove another 5 hours into the mountains again in a different area. A great big giant boulder came down and landed 20 feet in front of the truck, crashed down onto the road, and then bounced down into the abyss beside us. Then the truck started acting up. We broke down. The fuel filter was plugged, so we got that fixed. Then we got a flat tire when we were getting near where we wanted to be, and, of course, he only had one spare. We turned around, that was the end of the hunt and we got back down and got another flat on the way down. We just got into a little village, fixed that and now we're back in Lima. So, basically, all around pretty much a disaster in terms of hunting. I hunted three days out of the last 10, got my life threatened, and saw three does the entire time. Not a great hunt. Looking forward to tomorrow packing up and getting the heck out of Peru!

We're back in Lima, Peru. We gave up on the deer hunting in the farm fields near Cusco because we hunted two full days and never saw a deer and almost nothing for tracks. We'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon, a 5-hour drive, for an area where we'll try for three days and then our hunt is over.

I did hear from Freddie and everybody is out of the Yukon. We got the last two hunters and two guides out just as freeze up was coming. Everyone was safe, and that's fantastic, and I'm happy. We'll have an update in the next newsletter about the Yukon season and all the moose we got. We got some real beauties, good caribou and four incredible grizzly bears and a few wolves, so it was a good season all around.

I also want to thank everybody who wrote e-mails and letters of support following the Mistaken Identity Special Alert e-mail that we sent out. It's great to know that the vast majority of you don't rush to judgment and know that I would never support any candidate who does not support our hunting, conservation and gun ownership by law-abiding citizens. If you hear anyone discussing the topic who still thinks that the guy on the radio ad is me, please help set them straight!

More from Peru tomorrow!!

Please be advised ... to all who have heard a recent United States political ad on the radio, the person speaking is NOT Jim Shockey. We have received many e-mails from fans who have mis-heard the person's name.

This radio ad is approved by the Obama campaign, and the speaker is Ray Schoenke, the president of the American Hunters and Shooters Association (AHSA). He pronounces his name such that it sounds like Shockey.

We would GREATLY appreciate it if all of you who read this would help to clear Jim's good name. As you can imagine, Jim has taken some unfair criticism as a result of this mistaken identity.

Here is a statement from Jim:  "I am 100 percent for gun ownership by law-abiding citizens. As a Canadian I cannot vote in U.S. elections, of course, but I would never ever support any candidate who is anti-gun."

Thank you for your support and helping to spread the word.