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I believe that having to work for it a little bit made it that
much more special. It was quite an emotional time for both of
us. I believe that it released feelings that both of us had kept
hidden since experience with the tumor began. Tears welled
up in her eyes and it was more than I could take. I had to take
a few steps away and have a few moments to myself. There
were evidently feelings that I still had inside as well. I am not
ashamed to say that I cried tears of joy for Kimberly.
I am writing you this letter so that you might understand
just how moving this experience was for both of us. This
was not just a hunt. This trip was healing in a way that we
both needed so desperately. Although she was mostly
physically healed from her ordeal, this experience
brought emotional healing beyond comprehension. I will
never forget this hunt. It is locked away in my heart
forever. I will also never forget Safari Club International, You,
Brenda, or all the others that made this trip possible. This
hunt had brought Kimberly and me closer together than ever
before. I want to thank you again. Thank you for this
opportunity. Thank you for allowing Kimberly to experience
something that I most likely never would be able to give her.
Thank you for helping us to heal from the tribulations of this
experience in Kimberly’s life. My hat is off to you and this
organization. Keep up the good work. Thank you once again.
Sincerely,
Robert Wiebelt.
Anticipation took over my conscious as
my dad and I prepared our campsite; setting up
the tent, table, ice chest and chairs that we
would use in the duration of our trip. Finally we
were able to get away for a few minutes and
meet some of the other hunters, one of which I
hunted alongside the whole time, named Josh.
When the clock ticked approximately 11:30
A.M.; Mr. Martinez, his wife, and the few
guides took us on a tour of the whole ranch.
(We were supplied maps so we could maybe
even locate places we wished to hunt.) During
the tour of the ranch, we all saw several
pronghorn out in the fields, a majority of those
few beings bucks, and it only hyped up all of
our appetites for the hunt that would come
tomorrow morning.
After the tour ended around one or two
in the afternoon, my dad and I ate lunch and
unpacked the remaining stuff out of the truck
and then fixed our dinner of hamburgers. I was
extremely eager about the hunt that awaited me
the next morning, in fact, time seemed to take
forever just for the night to fall! I believe it was
around 8:30 - 9:00 P.M. when just about
everyone at the ranch turned in for the night. It
was only a couple hours later that I was
awakened by the sound of thunder and rain
drops hitting the top of our tent. The rolling
thunder kept me up for at least an hour, but I
was eventually able to get used to it so I could
go back to sleep, and then finally, dawn was
upon us.
At 4:30 A.M. sharp, my dad’s phone alarm went off, though I was already awake. We quickly made haste to get
our hunting clothes on. After we we’re both dressed we got the supplies together and each sorted out what we
would be carrying. I would be in charge of the gun and ammo, and my dad would be in charge of the spotting
scope and binoculars.
Once everything was sorted and ready to go, all of the hunters and I converged at the opening to the
hunting portion of the ranch, I could sense the anticipation and excitement from the other hunters, or maybe that
was just all my own excitement. I believe it was around 5:00 - 5:15 when all the hunters and their guides headed
out into the ranch.