So, David Shepard, Don Wilson, Curt Cabrera and I were in David's Excursion to pic up the last man in our group Michael Langahans at the end of our morning hunt.
Michael started telling us about a big boar hog he'd shot, and he though it was a little too far back, so we all bailed including David's dog. We found blood right away in the high broom straw field and it ran along side a down hill cedar break on the right. I was in front and I soon found out I was alone as I heard David and his dog both barking as his dog had got a whiff. No one was in site, they had all bailed off into the break. I ran back to the ruckus and started down hill. I saw David holding his dog back standing along side of Micheal to the right of me. I could not figure out what was going on as I couldn't see any sign of a hog anywhere down hill from where Michael and David were looking.
Now Don Wilson was straight down hill from me 5 yards, and Curt was 5 yards down from Don. Both of them were looking in the same destination as Michael and David but from a 90 degree angle, and I was the corner of that angle. Michael and Curt both had an arrow nocked, but I still saw nothing and heard nothing, except David's dog yapping profusely. I had no clue what was going on.
Next thing I know Michael is drawing his bow, at what I still don't know. Michael comes to full draw and releases, and the next thing I hear is the sound of what sounded like an arrow burying into a telephone poll. I mean it was loud and ringing an echo through the cedar break. All I could figure as the echo was settling down is that Michael had shot one of the big cedars in the break. It was deathly quiet as the echo subsided, no rustle no tussle, no nothing. Just dead silence for about 4 seconds. I see movement below me and now Curt was drawing his bow, and I am still completely clueless as to what is going on.
Well, Curt released and it sounded like he shot a big, not so ripe, pumpkin, then I heard something and then saw something..... A big boar headed straight for Curt.
At that moment Don runs pasted me pretty quick, and I felt the wind off of Curt as he flew by me as well. Curt had gathered some steam and was carrying the mail out of that break, and there I was all by me lonesome with the boar still coming. So I stood my ground and released when he was about 4 yards away.(as usual on game, I didn't remember drawing the bow) The Zwickey 4 blade went in between the jawbone and the shoulder.... as you hog hunters know, there isn't much of a neck on big boars, and not much of a target when they are charging you. The Zwickey went into the spinal column and the boar instantly started this bizarre trembling and shaking like it was being electrocuted as it fell over dead as a hammer.
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