Guys, I know I've been remiss in posting for the last couple of days, but my old butt has been kicked more than a couple of times.
Seems like all we are doing is hunting, eating and sleeping... kinda the way life should be!
Our focus the last couple of days has been on the local pigs.
We've been stand hunting and still hunting both to try and get a hog together with a sharp broadhead.
Curtis told you of his woes the night before last. I had some of my own! It went kinda like this...
We both gone out in the afternoon to take a stand. I doubt that we are more than a couple hundred yards apart.
I had a doe and yearling whitetail come in early and hung around for quite a while. I marveled at the alert attitude of both of them. You could see the muscle tension as they fed and from time to time they would start just ever so slightly for no apparent reason. There was no doubt in my mind that had I wanted to run an arrow through one or the other that I'd have a major string jumper on my hands. They weren't, however, on the list.
Perhaps fifteen minutes went by and both the deer left... all of a sudden like! I was about to have company.
Where the deer had come into range cautiously, the pig came at a quick and purposefull trot. I was surprised to see this lone animal. I expected more to show at any moment, but they didn't.
Back in the brush about 75 yards I heard squealing and grunting. If they held to their typical pattern they would be coming my way.
I had sat and watched the first pig, waiting for larger ones that I just knew must be hanging out in the brush close by.
When I realized that this pig in front of me ,though smaller than I had been waiting for, presented an opportunity to collect some pork and not upset the bigger ones which were coming. I quickly prepared to shoot.
Lining up for a slight quartering angle and tight to the elbow, I drew the bow confidantly to anchor held for an instant and shot my arrow right over it's back.
So much for being Fred Bear... it was a 10 yard shot!!!
Well, of course the piggy ran off and left me there with my evil thoughts, but I didn't have to wait long when the rest of the gang showed up. None the smarter for the incident that had just transpired.
These were bigger hogs and there was one in the bunch that was a little larger than all the rest. His demeanor and physical build almost surely identified him as a boar hog. I wanted him... unless something truly big showed up soon, I would try.
I watched for a little bit as he rooted around in the turnip patch in front of me. Shortly I slid a Carbonwood arrow across the bow. I had a Wensel Woodsman with razorblades alo Jack Howard on the front end and 4 yellow fletch with a fur tracer on the back.
He was with 5 others and I waited for him to get clear. Finally it came. He was quartering away at 12 yards and stopped for an instant. In the gloom of late evening, I didn't see the arrow impact nor could I see it in him as he ran off.
I was as positive of that shot as a person can be, however and sat patiently to see if another pig would show up.
An hour went by and finally got out of my stand. I found the first arrow I had shot laying on the ground not far from where the hog had stood. It was absolutely clean. My second arrow was nowhere to be found.
Curtis came in and we shared stories of the evening.
Shortly we grabbed lights and lanterns and went to find my pig.
Long story short... we found no blood anywhere and no indication which way the animal went. For all we knew I had missed again and the arrow was laying off in the brush somewhere.....continued
Topic: Bucks, boars and bows...oh my! (Read 9183 times)
