It was 5:15pm and I told myself that I needed to start heading out of the mountains by 5:30pm, because I needed to go to a dinner. At 5:25pm, just as I decided to turn around and head home, I heard some rustling in the leaves above me about 75 yards away. As my body filled with adrenaline, I got to me knees and glassed to see if I could get a glimpse. First to confirm that it was a hog, and secondly, to make sure that it was a "shooter". The rustling crept closer and closer. At about 50 yards I picked up motion with my binos. It was a hog, it wasn't big, but it was a "shooter" in my books. Now it was time to establish a game plan. The wind was in my favor and it seemed as if the hog was headed my way. Because of all the dry leaves around me, I decided to huncker down and sit tight. The hog slowly rumaged his way towards me as if on a string. I established my shooting lanes and tried to keep my cool. He finally made his way directly towards me but, at about 15 yards he stopped as if he knew that something was up. With his ears perked and nose in the air, I figured he was ready to bolt. I thought to myself it was now or never. He took two more cautious steps, and presented me with a quartering away shot. I drew, established my sight picture, and released my arrow. The arrow hit home, the pig squealed and took off. Feeling good about the shot, I immediately took out my phone to make the "sorry, but I'm going to be late for dinner again" phone call. After giving the animal enough time to expire, I decided to take up the trail. Here is where the fun begins, because blood trailing in this thick stuff can be rather tough!
This is a picture of the area. This is a head high picture. I'm a small guy, but still, this area is really thick.
Ryan
Topic: Blood Trailing in Some Thick Stuff (Read 836 times)
