well save me a 40#er. if ya saw 30 pigs, ya better take a bunch of arrows.
This is close to the place that i was closing in on some young pigs I had seen crossing into pretty thick stuff. I walked way around so I could get the wind right. I was on my knees moving toward the sounds of rooting. there was one big clump of holly left between me and the sound. the sound was coming from the end of the holly on my left. I decided to go around the right side to give me a shoot off my left side. I was 11 yds from the holly bushes conner when a full grown boar stepped out from behind the holly. he was right in the middle of the trial I was on. Looking at me eye to eye, mono e mono, face to face. he looked about 6' tall and looked like he had about 12" cutters. he was not scared at all.
I came up from all four to my knees. He didn't care for that move at all. I came to half draw. I looked at the 3" spot i'd have to get an arrow thru if he didn't leave. coming to half draw really made him mad. he popped his teeth a couple of times. I came to full draw. I was string walking the arrow and had the point right on the spot inside the shoulder that would let the arrow slip into his chest cavity.
He fainted a charged. scared the hell out of me. I double clutched the release. the arrow fell about two feet in front of me. The sound of the arrow hitting the bushes and all the movement casued him to turn off the trail and circle around behind me.
I didn't have the legs to stand up
. I crawled on all fours to get a big oak tree between us and nocked another arrow. It took all my concentration to just remind myself to breath.....breath in...now breath out....breath in......
he was about 15 yds out looking at me. he took a step forward. I forgot to breath again . he looked some more...then left.
That was my most exciting pig encounter. that was more adrenaline than an old greezer should have dumped in the blood stream at one time
rusty