Man you guys are tough. I just got home from working my regular job on the midnight shift (back to reality). Dang it, I'm tired but I'll try to finish up...
OK I left off where I was completely hidden behind a tangle of pear cactus and was peering over, motionless. Well like I said, I've been getting a real education on these animals who are constantly pursued by predators and on constant vigil for danger. The lead pig took one look at my eyes and bolted into the brush on the opposite side of the road. DANG IT! Yeah this was gonna be too easy right? R-I-G-H-T...
Geez, even whitetails back home don't look around THIS good. Another rookie south Texas hunter mistake.
Well the swine swung wide of my position and ended up back on the road about 50 yards up wind. They started to feed nervously again. I started to notice how they were always tensed up and ready to bolt at ANY sign of danger. Yeah just get some corn and go to south Texas and you'll kill a bunch of stupid pigs :rolleyes:
The wind was in my favor so I ducked back into the brush on my side of the road. I emerged ahead of them once again, this time determined to stay hidden until they already scanned my location and passed by for a quartering away shot.
Here they come, I can only see small pieces of movemement through the brush. I do my best statue impersonation as my fingers tighten on the bow string. Just as they are about even with me, something across the road gets their attention, they do their crazy pig scramble into the brush opposite the perceived threat on my side which lands one of them a mere 5 feet from me on the other side of a creasote bush. C'mon, c'mon, just a few more steps and I'll have a point blank shot. Nothing to shoot at, no holes in the brush, the pig is RIGHT THERE! Geez, c'mon!
Well they froze up for a while and tried to figure out what it was across the way that was bothering them. In a flash they headed away from me, into the wind, and dissappeared again. Now I'm starting to get aggravated, darn pigs are out smarting me at every turn.
I droped back into the brush and circled further ahead on the road but was unable to locate the pigs again. I almost feel bad for that first bunny that I encountered after getting dejected seeing my smoked pork running away. That cottontail paid the price for a frustrated pig hunter.
BUT, the critters of south Texas always seem to get the last laugh. Mu judo tipped laminated birch shaft smacked the bunny so hard the arrow stayed with him as he turned into the brush. He made a valiant escape effort but didn't go far. Unfortunately it was far enough into a nasty thicket that I actually had to get down on my stomach to get to him. Now I'm really aggravated :mad:
I recover the bunny and my arrow as I try to spin my self around on my stomach. There literally is no option of standing up. I spin and come WAY too close to an 8 foot + black snake. I was just about ready to offer the bunny in exchange for my life as the snake slithered in the other direction. He must have figured I was one crazy sonofabitch to be crawiling around in there for a bunny and decided to move on.
Back out of the brush, half undressed now, I pick up my gear and spot another bunny. Aggravation victim number 2, this one stays put for a change. I cross the road and gather him up, making all kinds of noise and movement along the way. I spin around to see two javelina, yep, right under the tree stand I spent two nights in
-Brian
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