Post by: Danny Rowan on September 22, 2006, 11:25:00 PM
This morning as soon as I got up around 7:00 I strung the Robertson and laid it on the bed. Sure enough about 8:30 I hear them feeding so I grab the bow and one arrow with a 4 blade on it and sneak into the jungle.
About 20 yards in I see them feeding under a soursap tree. No shooting lanes though but had good cover and what wind there was came into my face. So slowly put the sneak on them. Got within three steps, that is right three steps and this 60lb sow was quartering away, head down and rooting. Picked my spot. Do not remember drawing my bow, heard a squeal and all heck broke loose,pigs running everywhere, yep the arrow went right where I was looking.
Got real quiet real quick. I backed out to get my hawk to cut my way through to look for her.
My bro from Texas called while I was getting the hawk so had to talk to him for a bit, then said goodby to go look for the pig before all the blood was washed away.
Found my arrow completely covered in bright red blood and started tracking. Now this area is real muddy and the pigs have the entire area rooted up, footing was slicker than snot. Followed blood for about fifteen yards and then it stopped where two trails came together. Took up one trail with pig prints that appeared to be running followed it for a good bit, no blood.
Turned around and went back to last blood, I knew this pig was dead and I was determined to find her. Do not know how many spiders I ate going through the thick stuf but had several on my face, I hate spiders, especially these big banana spiders that are all over the place here, screamed like a sissy a few times,LOL.Took the other trail and sure enough within 20 yards started finding good blood. Went about 200 yards and there she was, died in the steepest slickest part. I must have fell down 20 times looking for her. Took off my belt and put it around her neck and proceded to drag her out. By the time I got her to the house it was time to get ready for work and I was wore plum out, but very satisfied.
Called my wifes cousin and he came over and took the pig to clean it since I had to get to work. Good family, LOL.
I took some pics and will post them here tomorrow.
Danny
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Post by: the Ferret on September 23, 2006, 03:03:00 PM
I hate those big banana spiders too. Especially on your face :scared:
Way to go Danny... :thumbsup: :notworthy:
When you gonna shoot something with one of those flint arrows I sent ya?
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Post by: Danny Rowan on September 23, 2006, 05:45:00 PM
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v75/comanche/DSCN0092.jpg)
one more, bad pic cause the lens was fogged and my son did not clean it first.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v75/comanche/DSCN0090.jpg)
Thanks for looking and the comments. Mickey, I will try my darndest in Nov in Texas.
Danny
Post by: hormoan on September 23, 2006, 05:51:00 PM
BRENT
Post by: hormoan on September 23, 2006, 05:58:00 PM
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OH IF ONLY SO EASY!BRENT
Post by: hormoan on September 23, 2006, 06:09:00 PM
I KNOW THERE WAS A LOT OF CLOSE CONTACT IN THAT AREA IN WWII. BUT NOW IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU HAVE ANKLE BITERS\\SLASHERS AND FACE BITTERS NOT TO MENTION OTHER PLACES. I WAS CONSIDERING A VISIT NOW I THINK MY TICKS AND MOSQUITOS ARE ENUFF. :scared: :scared: :scared:
Post by: the Ferret on September 23, 2006, 06:49:00 PM
Post by: Danny Rowan on September 23, 2006, 06:52:00 PM
Danny
Post by: hormoan on September 23, 2006, 07:14:00 PM
BRENT
Post by: Danny Rowan on September 23, 2006, 11:00:00 PM
Ya don't have to yell,LOL. Typing in all caps is equivilant to yelling. 420 Farenholt is in Tumon and sounds like a Hotel addy. Actually I would prefer deer in the jungle behind my house, much better eating.
Danny
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Post by: LUCKY MAN on September 24, 2006, 11:57:00 AM
ROOTER
Post by: Danny Rowan on September 24, 2006, 02:07:00 PM
Yes we have Sambar deer here which were brought over from the Philipines by the Spanish several hundered years ago. Very tough hunt. Have seen a few, but have not killed one in a while. If they bust ya they have a very loud alarm bark and it will scare the you know what out of ya if you do not see them.
Danny
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Brent
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Donald
Post by: Danny Rowan on September 25, 2006, 12:12:00 AM
Danny
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Jerry
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Post by: Danny Rowan on September 25, 2006, 02:08:00 PM
Clint, it was pouring down rain most of the day.To say I was soaked would be an understatement,LOl. Both from the rain and sweat.
Danny
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Danny