So I am saving many of the details for a future article but I do want to share another positive experience from Wild Things. So please enjoy this abbreviated version of this successful hunt.
I found out there was a bunk opening for the week of St. Patrick's day and while I could not go for the full week I had to jump on the opportunity and plan for a 3 day hunt.
I arrived in Camp for dinner Wednesday evening and started hunting the next morning. Thursday was a long one with a total of about 13 hours hunting with nothing to show.
The next morning my good friend Thom Jorgensen suggested that he and I spend the morning working in tandem to see if we could spot and then put a stalk on some pigs. We were about 100 yards apart making our way along a creek. I was down in the creek and every 15 yards or so I would peek over the bank out onto a hardwood flat to scan for movement. After about 150 yards or so I spotted a lone hog and started to get into position for a shot, I felt the wind shift and had to drop back into the creek. I made a quick and short dash of about 30 yards. Running like I was avoiding the blades of a helicopter overhead. When I peeked again the hog was still there, feeding on acorns and moving slowly directly in my direction. I crept up and out of the creek and slowly made my way towards the still feeding hog. At 12 yards it turned and gave me a slight quartering away shot.
I had an arrow nocked, and drew to anchor, picked a spot while focusing on where I wanted the arrow to exit and let fly. The arrow was true and hit exactly where I wanted, the hog ran about 7 yards and spun around to see what had hit it. For a second I thought it was going to charge so I nocked another arrow and as I started to draw it wobbled and started a death run that lasted only a second or two at best. Total recovery distance was less than 20 yards.
I love hunting on Andrew's place. The fellowship, food and hospitality are second to none.....adding a nice fat hog in the cooler is just a bonus!