Jarod Ensor Hi, my name is Jarod Ensor and I am a proud member of the West Texas Whack ‘N’ Stack Crew. I live in the Lubbock, TX area where I’m a real estate investor by trade and a predator hunter at heart. I began calling predators with my friends Colter and Clay at the age of 14 in my hometown of Hamilton, TX. Hamilton is primarily gray fox country with a few bobcats and coyotes and after countless hours of calling we finally mastered the foxes and I was hooked for life. One fall Colter and I obtained access to 160 acre place out in west Texas to do some calling so we loaded up and headed out there. The four hour trip was a long ways to drive to make two calls but we did it and killed two coyotes. Since then we have gained access to over 150,000 acres of some of the best coyote country in the state. Clay and I teamed up and started entering some local calling contests together and were placing in the money more times than not, so we decided to start filming some of our hunts. That was all it took and the West Texas Whack ‘N’ Stack Crew was born.
Colter Gerald Hello, my name is Colter Gerald and I currently live in Bowie, TX. I grew up in the outdoors in Hamilton, TX and started my predator hunting career at age 14. Back then we would pop a tape in the pickup tape deck and drag the speakers out onto the toolbox. Our first gray fox came after hours of trial-and-error and we felt like the best hunters on the planet. After a few years of building our skills our varmint hunting really came of age during trips to south and west Texas. It was during those trips that calling really got into my blood. Since those early days I unfortunately spend a lot more time thinking about and planning hunting trips than actually being on them but I still manage to find an acceptable amount of time to chase coyotes each winter (usually by blowing off work and all other day to day responsibilities). Predator hunting is unique in so many ways. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but a coyote doesn’t have horns, antlers, tusks, or a beard. You don’t measure a predator with inches but by the circumstances and surroundings in which the hunt took place. It also has more to do with the skill of the hunter than other more conventional types of hunting. More than one hunter has woken up from a nap in their cousins deer stand to shoot a Boone & Crockett buck that happened to be walking by. With varmint hunting this just isn’t going to happen. Throw in a camera and things really get interesting. That combined with the fact that there is relatively easy access to some incredible country that 99.9% of the rest of the world will never see will keep me coming back as long as I can blow a call. Clay Parrish My name is Clay Parrish and I have been hunting ever since I was big enough for my dad to carry me. My dad is the one to blame for me wanting to hunt varmits every chance I get. He always says that it is, "hunting the hunter". My love for varmit hunting is the adrenaline rush that you get when someone says, "right there" or you see one on the move yourself. Jarod, Colter and I make a great team we are always wide open unless we are asleep. It is hard to tell who loves it more out of all three of us. Varmit hunting is something we live and breath. I grew up in central Texas where you could take the call on just about any night and call in a dumb old fox. Now I live in west Texas and it is a varmit hunters dream. My first true west Texas calling I did was three years ago when a friend and I went out near Sweetwater to look at a ranch to hunt. The landowner just turned us loose, four calls later we had called in six coyotes and four killed, it was over for me. Trapper Ensor Hi, my name is Trapper Ensor. I am 4 yrs old and I love to go hunting with my Dad. I have been predator hunting since I was 18 months old even though I was to young to remember it. Dad tells me I would always fall asleep in my car seat while heading to the first call (really Dad would keep driving until I fell asleep then he would climb into the bed of the truck and start calling). My interests are predator hunting, catching tadpoles and frogs, fishing, shooting birds with my BB gun, and playing in the creek with Pa and Gram (grandparents).