Rocky owns a 130,000-acre ranch that was an Indian mission until 10 years ago. He says an Indian group still travels nomadically on his land. These Indians have remained uncontacted by the outside world, and I got the feeling that they wanted to remain uncontacted, too. Most of the ranch is covered in what I would call scrub jungle. At first glance, this tangled mess of bottle trees, cactus, and thorny softwoods seemed to be the most inhospitable environment that I had ever seen. It seemed impossible that anything really lived there. As for traveling through this mess, be sure you bring sturdy clothing. The thorns here are very real. But the hunting ... oh, the hunting! I began my trip with several days of pigeon and dove hunting. Oh my! My gun barrel has never stayed as hot for as long as it did in Paraguay. The birds fly early and stay flying for a long time, usually until 10:30 or so. Often times, the sky was filled with flight after flight of pigeons. Case after case of shells (which can be purchased from Rocky at very reasonable prices) were discharged. The bird boys were very energetic and efficient. For those not desiring to take their birds home, the bird boys' families were very appreciative of the birds from the hunt.
After several days of dove and pigeon hunting, we ventured into the jungle to hunt cats. The quarry of choice was cougar. Rocky had his legendary dogs with him, with Emmett leading the pack. For those unfamiliar with Rocky and his family, they have been breeding their own style........(continued)