I was just getting ready do some tuning on one of my bows, but decided to check my cameras, and sure enough the boar was at the feeder. I grabbed my black and white ebony Stickflinger and the first quiver I could find and headed out. I knew it should be quiet enough for a stalk, and the light NNE wind was good for my approach, through the north pasture, across the Johnson grass field, through the woods, across the creek, through more woods, and bringing me out on brush hog trails just SW of the feeder. I had a couple shooting lanes trimmed out, so I could see him well and I dropped the string when he was nearly broadside, but I think he moved a little at the shot.
I heard him crash through a thicket to the west, and it sounded like he stayed there,so I waited just a few minutes and circled to where I thought he would be. The rain could show up at any minute. No luck, and I did a quick area search to places where I have had hogs die, but with no luck. The undergrowth was like a jungle.
I went to the spot where I shot him, and could tell which trail he took but the churned up dirt, and as soon as I entered the thicket there was a good blood trail, but I knew I would be in trouble if it rained or I couldn't find him by dark. I had to go on my hands and knees and break brush out of way, buy It was encouraged by the amount of blood and how high it was on the vegetation. A few turns into different trails and around 80 yards or so later and I found him.
Topic: Stickflinger Strikes again (Read 743 times)
