Now for the hunt...
Dave and I just passed on a small boar. Too small to shoot, we left it alone and progressed on. As I mentioned, the area is really thick, so taking our time was a must. We would take a few steps, look, listen, glass. On periodic stops, we would crouch and glass, trying to spot the legs of the elusive hogs.
Ten minutes later and in the lead, I heard a rustle in the brush ahead of me. I took a few steps in the direction and paused as I saw an opening between the trees and the bushes. I got a glimpse of the hog's hind. It was a shooter! But as fast as I nocked the arrow, it disappeared into the brush. Not moving a muscle, I stayed put hoping for it's return.
Out of the left, the motion of a small sow caught my attention, she was about 17 yards away and popped out from the brush. My heart started to pound. It wasn't the bigger hog, but there was still hope! The small hog worked her way around a tree and through some bushes, disappearing as fast as she appeared. In hopes that it was their trail, I positioned myself just in case the mature hog followed her footsteps.
This doesn't always happen, but my prediction was right. The bigger hog snuck out from the left and followed the same trail. "I'm going to have I crack at this hog!" I thought to myself. As soon as the hog stepped behind the tree, I readied my bow. There was a bush in front of me with a hole large enough to take a shot. It hid me from the hog, but it also made for a challenging shot. All I needed was for the sow to expose herself from behind the tree. Out she came and being only a few steps from the safety of the bushes, I had to act fast. My bow was drawn, the vitals were exposed and off the arrow went through the "tunnel of brush".
My fluorescent fletch disappeared behind the shoulder. Elated, I gave Dave the thumbs up and listened my best to try and track the direction of the hog with my hearing.
After replaying the event, Dave and I went in search of my arrow. Here is what we found.