The stand was set in a very diverse terrain setting with a cypress swamp in front of me, a Floridian thicket to the right, shading live oaks to the left and a patch of palmettos behind me with an open field sort of behind that. The drive in road was about 10 yard to my left and it just disappeared as it entered the pocket I was hunting.
Curt had been texting me wanting to know what was up and it was early so I gave him a call and was giving him the low down when I told him I had to go as a hog was approaching.
This black boar was right on Que, and coming straight into the pocket as I readied, but it veered left and began to feed off about forty yards to my left. He fed around for quiet a while always staying out of range and Charlie's bow was itching again to get into the game....just as I was.
Three deer also came in and fed to within 15 yards of me and they too smelled the buggy track and they left, but the boar stayed and began feeding toward the spot they left. I was hoping he would turn before he got there and give me a shot. I picked out a limb on the ground and told myself he needed to be within that distance and if the shot was offered I'd take it....it worked out perfect as he turned slightly quartering at the limit. Charlie's bow sent a clean arrow into the lungs of the boar, and he bolted off in a loop the way he came and he then turned and dove into the cypress swamp. He didn't get far before I heard thrashing and crashing. I felt good about the shot, and an easy recovery.
I texted back and forth with Curt a few times till that was interrupted...and I typed 'more coming' and I was again setting on ready as they ran the same route as the 1st one. There were three black boars with one pushing 200#s, and when they met up with the death trail of the 1st one they went on full alert, and boogied out of there moments later.
Then another 50#er comes in and he is nervous as a cat poopin peach seeds. It was almost comical at his distress, and he left out as I started my draw and he was even looking the other way.
Then another single came in about the size of the last one running the same route as the 1st one, and he too met up with the death tail and lit out.
It was getting dark now, and I figured the gig was up, but I still had about 5 minutes of shooting light left.
I could not believe what I was hearing, hogs trotting down the road, yep, the same road that had the buggy track, but they paid no attention to that as they had somewhere to be. I rotated to my left and started raising my bow before I ever saw them. I pick up the spotted lead hog in my sight, and never looked at the others behind it as I started to draw. The lead hog entered the pocket on a dead trot veering right and I swung drew on him and let it fly. What do ya know, he ran right into my arrow and let out a blood curdling squeal and looped to the right into the thick palmetto patch. Once again Charlie's bow sent a clean arrow looking like a double lung-er, and again there was crashing and thrashing not 30 yards from my stand.
I texted Curt again and waited on my buggy ride...now I had a grin on my face let me tell ya!
Topic: St. Judes Okeechobee Hog Hunt (Read 29172 times)
