3Rivers Archery

INFO: Trad Archery for Bowhunters

Donald Hoffman

Contribute to Trad Gang and Access the Classifieds!

Become a Trad Gang Sponsor!

Trad Gang.com Post New Topic  New Poll  Post A Reply
MY PROFILE | directory login | register | search | FAQ | forum home

  next oldest topic   next newest topic
» Trad Gang.com » Main Forums » PowWow » we ran out of meat hooks at Wild Things last week (Page 4)

 - UBBFriend: Email this page to someone!   This topic comprises 6 pages: 1  2  3  4  5  6   
Author Topic: we ran out of meat hooks at Wild Things last week
Member # 35320

Icon 1 posted      Profile for Joeabowhunter   Email Joeabowhunter   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
[campfire] Boy, the hog population seems to be booming there. Good job to all. Keep it coming...
Posts: 1390 | From: Ontario, Canada | Registered: Dec 2011  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Trad Bowhunter
Member # 18774

Icon 1 posted      Profile for 23feetupandhappy   Email 23feetupandhappy   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 

Lucky Luke or Cool Hand Luke?!?!?!? [saywhat]

Sounds like the young man is very affective with a stick and string!!!!


In for the rest [thumbsup]

The Lord Is My Provider......

Posts: 1526 | From: Eastern Iowa | Registered: Jan 2009  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Contributor 2017
Member # 17432

Icon 1 posted      Profile for Bisch   Email Bisch   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Congrats to Luke on his first trad kill!



Traditional Bowhunters of Texas Life Member
Lone Star Bowhunters Assn Life Member
TGMM Family of the Bow

Posts: 11922 | From: Sonora, Texas | Registered: Sep 2008  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Trad Bowhunter
Member # 23799

Icon 1 posted      Profile for stujay   Email stujay   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Yep I'm enjoying the story and pics. Will be waiting for the rest. [archer] [campfire] [coffee]
Posts: 2441 | From: Northern Idaho | Registered: May 2010  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
hawkeye n pa
Trad Bowhunter
Member # 2645

Icon 1 posted      Profile for hawkeye n pa   Email hawkeye n pa   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Enjoyed and thanks for sharing.

Fear of the Lord is the beginning of Wisdom.

Posts: 457 | From: apollo,pa | Registered: Feb 2004  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Anointed Archer
Trad Bowhunter
Member # 4286

Icon 1 posted      Profile for Anointed Archer   Email Anointed Archer   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Excellent [thumbsup] [thumbsup] [thumbsup]

For God was in Christ, reconciling the world to himself, no longer counting people’s sins against them. And he gave us this wonderful message of reconciliation.

Posts: 1749 | From: Greenville, Mi. | Registered: Sep 2004  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Contributor 2018
Member # 24842

Icon 1 posted      Profile for sticksnstones     Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Jeff, I saw a hawk hunting over the Sycamore field on two different occasions this week. I couldn’t help but thinking about you, and I hope you are well! I’ve got three more pairs of meat hooks to talk about, so I hope you don’t tune out just yet!
Thursday December 17th 2015
Normal wake up and coffee, do the camera runs and get soaked in the rain that the weatherman called for all day. I put up my sticks at my experiment, but I forgot my EZ hang strap so I leave my stand hanging off the top step on my top stick. I hate breaking my normal ritual... Er, process. Back in camp the cameras show hogs everywhere!!! Here is the place I decided NOT to sit the night before on my little experiment site:

Don’t get me started…

All hunters agree that the sow on the right is about to drop, and that all of us would give her a pass. I like the looks of that almost white young boar in the middle. Another red boar with black spots looks really good too. Of course maybe I just feel that way after getting the 720 degree treatment the night before.

Killing time hoping for the rain to stop, Steve makes strings for each of the Pennsylvania guy’s recurves. We sneak out between the drops and the guys shoot them in a bit. After that the rain picks up, so we eat some chicken sandwiches and put together some plans for tonight if the weather breaks.

The plan goes something like this: Luke wants to go back to Wild Fire with some heavy arrows and razor sharp heads to try to extend his absurd run of good luck on a hog. Ted believes Stiles Flat has got to hold some mojo, and he wants to try that again. Steve thinks we were slick tracking that deer on Blue Lake Field and the rain washed away our scent. He really wants a deer in the cooler to go with his hog. That picture of the hogs hitting my experiment at 5:00 tells me I need to be there and not on Charlie’s Field as I was the night before.

3:00 Andrew deploys all the other hunters to their stands for an afternoon/evening sit. My spot is so close to camp I walk out on foot. I have my EZ Hang strap in one cargo pocket, my headlamp in the other. My bow is in my hand, and my quiver is across my back. I’ve been shooting good in camp, and the camera tells me I need to be ready and play the wind on my way in. I have high confidence in my plan!

As I get to the point where the wind might get if-fy I break hard to the West and track in through some hardwoods. At 3:20 I can see two hogs between me and my tree, two very nice sized black hogs with their noses down in the water going after my hog candy. This would normally be a VERY good sign, except today I have 60’ of shin deep water between me and my first shooting window. I slog through that water without raising a ripple or raising a boot high enough to make a sound. Just as I get to where I can peak around the last bush to shoot, the afternoon wind switches and puts my scent on the pigs just 12 yards away. Without recourse I watch their noses go up, then I watch them trot off into heavier cover to my right. While these two are probably gone for the night, there were a bunch of bigger hogs who must bed close by!

(aside) this part of the story might be hard to read for some die hard Black Widow guys, reader discretion is advised.

3:45. After being busted on the approach I move to the bottom of my tree. My sticks are still there waiting for me, my stand on the top rung. I have my harness on, my lineman’s belt ready to climb. I attach my bow and quiver to my drag line and rest them on a downed tree beside the one I’m climbing. I make it quickly to the top of my sticks and I begin to place my EZ Hang strap. This is when my knee bumps the stand which is hanging precociously from the top step of the top stick. Sure enough, it’s just enough to knock it free. I watch helplessly as I watch my hang on stand fall towards the earth and land on my bow and quiver.

Then bounce off the log, and land on my bow… Again. Dang.

In that moment I can’t imagine anything worse, then I watch a boar stand up only 15 yards away with his ears affixed to me, starring. I watch his nose work the air, I watch him turn and run away from me towards deeper cover. I watch my hopes for this hunt disintegrate into the briar… IF the bow and arrows survived, maybe, maybe I still have a chance…

I drag up the bow and quiver. The carbon arrows look completely fine, but the upper limb has DEEP scratches all over the belly. I decide I’m not even going to draw it until I have a hog in range. If it’s going to break on me I only want to know if I’m in the zone. I was almost hopeful, until the wind switched again...

I sit in the bad wind and see nothing but two does and a very entertaining fawn. 40 yards at the closest, may of well have been a mile. The rain resumed and was steady alternating between light and moderate. After dark I walk to camp and have a glass of wine to recompose my sense of humor while scraping off my face paint. I sure hope someone got something…

The guys got back to camp just a little after I did. Ted saw nothing. Luke saw some deer, but no shot. Steve shot a doe, but she was super jumpy and the arrow shows just meat with no blood. It was a pass thru. I saw the only hogs of the night. Sometimes hunting is tough!

Charlie stayed for dinner tonight, it was really nice to sit next to him and catch up a little. Brian and Mark from Wiggins were also in camp for a visit and stayed for dinner with us. Dinner was AWESOME steaks, baked potatoes, mushrooms, and a salad.

To bed by 10:30, need to get serious tomorrow!
Well, if we are going to be honest about this pursuit of ours we need to expect some days like this. I wish it was all high-fives and gut piles, but sometimes you work way harder than usual and have nothing to show for it. Well excluding those scratches all over your new longbow… Maybe tomorrow.

Posts: 1515 | From: Grand Haven, Michigan | Registered: Aug 2010  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Contributor 2018
Member # 24842

Icon 1 posted      Profile for sticksnstones     Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Well, it seems I won't be able to finish the story tonight. Here is a little side story I don't want to forget.

After 7 years I bought a new truck a few weeks ago. I decided I would take a picture of every dead animal it hauls. Before it's first oil change was due it got these two:


Not a bad start!

Posts: 1515 | From: Grand Haven, Michigan | Registered: Aug 2010  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Rick Butler
Contributor 2018
Member # 7393

Icon 1 posted      Profile for Rick Butler   Email Rick Butler   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Great stuff Thom, except of course the abuse you heaped on that poor Widow!

"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. To front only the essential facts of life and see if I could not learn what it had to teach and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived"- Thoreau
"TGMM Family of the Bow"

Posts: 2318 | From: Swartz Creek & DeTour Village MI. | Registered: Oct 2005  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
2017 Contributor
Member # 21996

Icon 1 posted      Profile for Flingblade   Email Flingblade   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Good read Thom. Sorry about your bow.
Two things I've seen here for the first time; an animal gutted with the arrow still inside showing the exact path it took through the thorax (pretty cool) and Andrew in long trousers. Can't remember ever seeing him in anything but shorts and crocs. But 72 degrees; lawdy, lawdy he must have been shivering.

Posts: 739 | From: Grand Haven, Michigan | Registered: Nov 2009  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Charter Member
Member # 162

Icon 1 posted      Profile for RC   Email RC   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Scratched bows have character and turn in to pure killers. Spray painted ones are even more deadly....Good hunting tale. I said I would never pay to hunt pigs but the time you fellas are having is tempting. RC
Posts: 4948 | From: Baxley,Ga | Registered: Mar 2003  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Contributor 2018
Member # 24842

Icon 1 posted      Profile for sticksnstones     Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Thanks fellas! Here she is with her newly added character

Gary, it is a pretty cool picture! I wonder what would have happened to the jawbone if the neck didn't offer so much "give" on impact?

RC, I don't own a "real swamp bow" yet, but it's getting close. If I just had some extra tennis racquet wrap laying around...

Time to wrap this story up!

Posts: 1515 | From: Grand Haven, Michigan | Registered: Aug 2010  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Contributor 2018
Member # 24842

Icon 1 posted      Profile for sticksnstones     Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Friday December 18th 2015
Today we need to change our luck! The camera on my hog candy and the one on a feeder up the pond a ways are showing activity as critters move back to cover right at first light. Since these seem to be the only two promising morning opportunities we decide to try them. I decide to stalk in at first light so I can shoot my way in if needed. Steve is going to the Upper End with his climber before sunrise so he can be there waiting if those does come back through again today. We are up at 5:00am and we have a quick cup of coffee with Andrew.

I sit until 9am and walk back to camp. I didn’t see anything, but at least I don't throw my stand on my bow or anything. Back in camp I see Ted about to step off to stalk between the pond and the sanctuary, wish him good luck. Luke is just getting out of his bunk and heading to breakfast. We have some really good hunting talk while Andrew makes a delicious breakfast for us. Steve walks in about 10am, he had a shot at a doe lining up at first light but trail camera “click” ended that shot opportunity early. I feel bad it was my old junk camera that was there, not one of Andrew’s silent ones. Steve seems in pretty good cheer regardless.

Charlie comes into camp, he was looking at Gumbo which didn’t throw the normal amount of corn the night before. Turns out somehow moisture got in the feeder and it was starting to ferment, the soft corn wasn’t feeding the way normal shell corn does. His answer was to just dump all 150 pounds of corn on the ground under the feeder and fill it with fresh. Oh this sounds good!

While Ted is hunting, Steve and I toss Luke in the back of the gator and collect up cameras. On the way we search for any sign of hope on Steve’s meatshot doe at Blue Lake. No sign of any kind. As long as we were there we stopped to visit the angel and look for alligators. Bad trip for gators, only saw one and a few pair of eyes in camp. At Gumbo there was exactly what Charlie described, 150 pounds of sweet smelling, semi fermented corn. This was going to get hit soon, but would it be before dark or after? We pick up the cameras, and put them out one last time to their new locations. This hunt is going to be over too soon!

We head back for lunch and start putting together a plan. The party offers me first dibs, and I call Gumbo. Jumping his turn a very excited Lucky Luke really wants Wild Fire, nobody objects. Steve waits until Ted calls the Pine Field stand, then turns and asks "Thom, why wouldn't you sit Sycamore?"

I replied that if you hit an animal it would dive for heavy cover and that is all covered by 6" of water making tracking nearly impossible. His response: "Damn. If you were to sit any stand other than Gumbo, which one would it be?" I considered everyone else's location, game and human activity for a while. I say "No contest; Hog Wallow."

For about 45 minutes we all shoot, sharpen and shower. I will drive myself in via Northern most gate and come into Gumbo from the back. Andrew will place Ted via old camp road. Steve and Luke will go in together from Crossroads.

2:50 I am in my stand, everything looks perfect but the winds are strong and varying directions wildly. 3:38 and my journal is up to date, less than an hour until the feeder [Smile] It is much cooler tonight, but at least it isn't wet! 4:15 I stand up and flex some muscles to get the blood moving. Need to shake off the shivers before the feeder goes off. Take a few practice draws, settle back in. Feeder goes off. No hogs, no deer. 6:10 I climb down without seeing a thing.

Back at camp Ted says that he didn't see anything either. Luke said he saw 3 does on way to stand, but no shot. Steve had the big news of the night. A hog “at least 100 pounds bigger than the last one, maybe more” walked in during the last seconds of daylight. He thinks he shot it good, and I REALLY hope he did! I’d love to see a 250+ pound boar in the cooler!

We went to Lester's for dinner and Steve collected his 46 pounds of hog sausage there. When you consider that’s skipping the backstraps/tenderloins/ribs, that is a lot of meat! It was also very cool that the butcher could get it done for him before he heads back tomorrow.

Back at the camp we began tracking around 9pm. Blood wasn't great so we called it off after an hour. No sign of the arrow, and not bedding within the first 100 yards seem like pretty bad signs for this one.

There were a few nightcaps had by some guys, but all lights were out by 11pm. I guess this day was big enough, and we all have a big track to get on in the morning.
Sorry there wasn’t much for pictures this day, but the pictures coming will make up for it!

Posts: 1515 | From: Grand Haven, Michigan | Registered: Aug 2010  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Contributor 2016
Member # 10828

Icon 1 posted      Profile for Izzy   Email Izzy   Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Sounds like an awesome hunt, congrats killers. I like the colored ones down there, red, marbled, brown whatever. They are very different from Texas hogs which I think are more reminiscent of pure Russians .

Ill be looking for that white one come March.

Posts: 8503 | From: latham, new york | Registered: Dec 2006  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
Contributor 2018
Member # 24842

Icon 1 posted      Profile for sticksnstones     Send New Private Message       Edit/Delete Post   Reply With Quote 
Saturday December 19th 2015
Last day of the hunt for me.

I get up at six and have cup of coffee. Steve and Andrew retrieve Steves climber from upper end. I take Ted and Luke and gather up some cameras and the blind from Daves Field. We left out early and it was a really cold ride. Ice on the puddles, the radio says it’s 27 degrees somewhere nearby.

We setup the blind and a camera at a new feeder called Blue Top. Looks good, I hope it’s ready for hunting by my next trip! Gumbo was cleaned out. CLEANED OUT!!! 150 pounds of fermented corn was GONE by morning. I should have left a camera here I guess.

We gather back at camp, those of us getting out of the convertible shivering a bit. We gear up and hit Steves blood trail at 9am. Steve and I start off with him on the stand and shooting an imaginary longbow towards an imaginary monster. I walked right up to his tracks. This boy is laying down some big tracks that won’t be hard to miss. We search the switch cane for the arrow but there is no sign of it. We start moving up our pieces of tissue from the night before and we start seeing more blood that we missed by flashlight. It’s still light, but it offers a little encouragement.

We’ve gone about a quarter of a mile when the rest of the camp plus Charlie catch up with us about the point we found both halves of the arrow. We get the help we need right as it tapers off to nothing. After a couple lucky breaks we get into soil showing his big prints and it takes us across the main road into the short pines. All the needles are falling this time of year, and it looks dang bad at this point.

“We are never going to find blood in this….”
“Blood here, hand me the peroxide.”

We tracked another 150 yards like this. The ticks, chiggers, and red bugs enjoyed that greatly. When we finally lost blood we tried all the normal tricks but I don’t think there was a hog to find. He had gone almost half a mile without slowing down or stopping the night before, I think it was just too high of a hit. We will probably never know.

We went back to camp for lunch and to meet up with Joe Coots and his son Chase. They weren’t able to do exactly the normal schedule for a 3 day hunt so they arranged to arrive a day late. It was great to finally meet these guys, we’ve been living within one degree of separation for too long.

We all go out just after 2pm, I guess everyone is excited! I sit Gumbo again. Steve is going to be just down from me at Sycamore, I can’t talk him out of it a second time. If he shoots one I hope it falls over dead on the spot, tracking will be a nightmare in there. Ted will be back behind me at Pine Field. At the other end of the property Luke is at Blue Lake Field, Joe is at Charlie's Field, and Chase is going to try the Eleven Acre Field. One last hurrah for most of us.

I'm in my stand by 2:53 even after a big walk. My hunting journal up to date by 3:45. Pretty surprised I didn't jump any on the way in. 4:05 I see two does and a fawn 50 yards off. Man they are moving slow and appear wired tight. They’ll need to get a lot closer and chill out if I’m going to get a shot. 4:20 they are at 25 yards, I can see two more coming in from the South. Doe and fawn? 4:30 the feeder sends them back to about 75 yards. 4:55 they come in for real. Big doe gets as close as 8 yards but I have a brushy banch between us. It’s one of those “one more step” moments that seems to last an eternity. She goes back the way she came, no shot. I have a fawn at 18 yards all relaxed with a swishing tail, but I’m not taking that shot. I watch them work their ways in and out on the far side of the feeder, but never giving a great shot. 5:40 they go on alert looking towards the swamp. Hogs or coyotes??? 5:50 two hogs appear from the brush, both under a hundred pounds. The larger on alert, the smaller just looks inpatient and hungry. They charge in during the last minutes of light and hang behind the feeders metal legs. My eyes are straining hard when the larger one finally comes to the side far enough to clear a shot. I let the arrow fly and see the lighted nock bury into the ground. I grab the string from in front of my string tracker, but it’s still. I missed it clean. Equally relieved and disgusted I cut the string and climb down. My hunt is over.

I clean up my string, put on my headlamp, and head for the truck. As I’m rolling back down highway 3 I see the lights on in the skinning shed, that wasn’t part of the plan! I arrive to see everyone watching Andrew dressing out a little meat hog. Turns out Steve did have a plan for not tracking a hog that night. I’m not sure I’m qualified to describe the actual two shot sequence, but it worked!

Steve says his cooler is all packed with the first hog and offers this meat pig to me. I graciously accept and then saw it down the spine so the Pennsylvania guys have some hog to eat this winter to go with Luke’s deer. We pack the coolers and head back to camp.

Back in camp we find out that Chase almost shot one across the pond when they rolled up an hour before. Someday someone is going to shoot one in camp. We all enjoy a nice dinner and Steve packs up and rolls out for home. It was really good to share a hunt with my old friend.

After dinner Ted, Luke, and I pack up all our gear and get ready for our early departures. Since Joe and Chase have a few sits left I offer them all my notes and thoughts from the week. I hope it helps them!

There is the end of the hunt for me, but then I had this in my inbox when I got home Sunday night!

I guess there is more to the story, I hope I get to hear it sometime!

Posts: 1515 | From: Grand Haven, Michigan | Registered: Aug 2010  |  IP: Logged | Report this post to a Moderator
  This topic comprises 6 pages: 1  2  3  4  5  6   

Quick Reply ~ PLEASE THINK BEFORE YOU POST! - Is your post trad bowhunting related? Check the FAQ or EMAIL if you're unsure!

HTML is not enabled.
UBB Code™ is enabled.

Instant Graemlins

Post New Topic  New Poll  Post A Reply Close Topic   Feature Topic   Move Topic   Delete Topic next oldest topic   next newest topic
 - Printer-friendly view of this topic
Shoot On Over To:

Contact Us | Trad Gang.com © | Privacy Statement

Copyright 2003 thru 2018 ~ Trad Gang.com ©

Powered by Infopop Corporation
UBB.classic™ 6.7.1