Charley and I scooted out from Colorado Springs at the bright and early time of about 9pm on the 28th and with heavy eyelids and anxious hearts, grabbed a few hours of much needed rest before continuing on to our destination. We'd each packed four bows (including Hope) and associated accoutrements, ice chests, targets, plenty of drinking water and enough food to last in case we had to stay until, say...spring.
We were both new to the wild hog hunting scenario so it took us a full day and a half to really get a decent feel for the best way to get within bow range of these extremely skittish little boogers. They were a challenge for sure!
Since we both like the spot-n-stalk over sit and wait (sitting still isn't our strong suit) we took our host's advice and did out best. Working the wind was definitely a must and extra dicey in the cedar and mesquite tangles that enveloped this area.
Early morning would find us slowly working the bedding and nesting areas, and found this to be very productive. We got into hogs each morning without fail, but getting closer than about 50 yards without being busted was tricky. I sure won't take their eyesight for granted again. They can pick up on the slightest movement especially in close.
On day two of our hunt we'd headed back into a grass flat bordered by a two track on one side and a staging area on the other overlooking a canyon leading to the Brazos. We'd found hogs there day one but didn't have a good plan. This morning, we did. Slowly still-hunting into the area we spotted movement upwind about 80 yards through the tangle. At about 40 yards, we split up and each went around a large juniper and cedar break between us and at least two adult hogs. As luck would have it, they apparently saw Charley's movement through the trees and from their beds got up to look his direction. That gave me the diversion I needed to make my way to a pocket about 12 yards from their bed, up under a very large cedar. As they stood and started to move away from Charley, I was able to slip my 620 grain arrow tipped with a Simmons head into the first pig from a hard quartering away shot. The arrow hit a little back from what I'd hoped, but the angle put it just a little back of the last rib, stopped by the shoulder on the far side. The sow instantly disappeared into the brush.