This has been three years in the making folks and though the animal is small it is of no consequence to me. I played the game and finally won. I'd like to say a few words of thanks and then I will tell the story.
Besides thanking God for the most excitement I've ever had in the woods, I'd like to say a few thanks here to some others. I'd like to thank my Uncle Hank for unintentionally leading me to the trad way. It was the simplicity that drew me....little did I know about the homework involved. I'd like to think Rick Erdmann for building the Sweptwing recurve that I use (55# @ 28")and also for suggesting I visit this site as it has become a wealth of information to me. I'd like to thanks James Young for building the beautiful arrows I use topped with 125 gr. Grizzly Brodheads. I would also like to thank those of you who make up this web based community for your stories (Mr. Sackett) and insight (Mrs. Legatol,Lamb,and VanTX).
Now for the story:
I went out to my lease in Leakey, Tx this last weekend hoping to take an Axis as my first trad kill. (Not my first trad trip just my first trad kill) I got out to my blind after a long walk in and had just been there 20 minutes when I spotted six Axis deer. They spooked as the wind got high and I never saw them again.
Later that morning I decided to travel the route of the axis deer and look for another place to ambush them later. The wind was high and swirling all day Saturday so I chose to wait for them and built a ground blind just off from the game trail. I waited a good 4 hours and grew restless. The wind had slowed almost to a crawl, so I decided the time was right for a walk thru the woods to the place I'd been hunting that morning.
I had no sooner gotten out of my ground blind when I spotted two 100lb hogs 20 yards in front of me. After a brief stand off they couldn't make me out so they just turned and slowly walked back up the hill we were on. Since I figured they were on thier way to the creek below I decided to beat them there and lie in wait.
I waited about 30 yds up from the creek and some how allowed them to sneak past me some 10 minutes later. To my surprise there were 9 hogs of various size. Over the next 30 minutes I stalked 180 degrees around them hoping to catch them on the way back up. When they started back up the hill a large hog got within 25 yds of me with some closer but not presenting a shot. My awareness of their close proximity to me made me nervous and I succeeded in sailing an arrow right over the back of the hog. They scattered but not far. I was pissed at myself and determined that I should at least look for the beatiful $10 arrow I had just wasted.
When I returned empty handed to the spot I had fired from I heard the hogs coming back down the hill again and halted my motion to wait. Within minutes they came into view and one small boar stopped broadside and gave me another opportunity at about 20 yds and I siezed it! It seems I was at anchor forever and when I saw that arrow land in the spot I had picked my mind went numb.
As the hogs scattered I could see yet another beautiful arrow hanging right out the left side of my hog. I pressed him hard and went in immediate pursuit not only because it was getting dark, but because I knew I had pierced both lungs. As I climbed the hill I could hear the hog's gurgling breathing but couldn't find the first drop of blood I looked for about 20 minutes in the dark and just as I was about to go back to the last sign of blood I found him layed over with my broadhead pointing straight to heaven.
I didn't find the fletched half of my arrow but hope to find it in the next couple weeks.
Here's my pig
and heres my poke(r)
Topic: 1st Trad Kill (Read 4841 times)
