I have been lucky at taking game on my birthday more than once, and was a little disappointed at not feeling well enough to hunt that day this year, so when I got notice that a hog was at a feeder, I decided to suck it up and go after it. It looked to be a nice boar.
When I originally evaluated the two adjacent points, I discarded one of them because there were cattle all over the only area suitable for an approach. The pond I elected to setup in seemed very promising during daylight, but there was a complication noticed only only after dark. A power station nearby was incredibly bright, and illuminated the approach roads, which was on high ground. It was so bright that I needed a brimmed hat to walk in the direction of the pond on this stalk. Crazy bright.
Anyway, When I arrived, the hog wasn’t there so I walked around a half mile back to the truck and waited a half hour and the hog returned, so I made my way back to the pond. When I descended to the pond, the hog busted out of there into the brush to the south. It was very quiet, but I was in my socks only(still have thorns for that) and I was confident that he didn’t hear or smell me, so I snuck closer and waited. After a half hour, I heard him shake his ears and make his way slowly back toward the corn. He stayed on the far end facing me for the longest time, but I was confident that he would offer a shot eventually.
I don’t like shooting long distances at night, so I was patient, and he started making his way close and was under 10 yards away slightly quartering towards me when I felt the wind hit the back of my neck. I knew it was now or never and took what felt like a good shot. My string tracker line peeled out, briefly stopped, then trickled out for a second then stopped. I had no desire to track him through prickly pear after dark, and it was cold at night, so I backed out and returned at first light.
Terry accompanied me to the scene of the crime. No bloody nearby at the shot, and although I strapped my string tracker to a mesquite it was no help because other hogs came in and pulled all of the line out and broke it off from the hog and dragged it back to the corn. Fortunately I found good blood around 30’yards in the brush and it was a fairly straightforward track to the boar. He made it around 80 yards or so. Another birthday pig for me.
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