How ya'll doin' been awhile since my last post. I have been traveling with work and have been in far northern Sweden, and far northern Canada....waaaay far north. I am at home for a couple of weeks before I head to Antarctica and thought I would share with you what happened to me Monday evening. I came home from work and thought I would try to get a deer since I had alittle time before dark. And I will have a truncated season this year as I'm leaving for the Ice on the 23rd, so I better get crackin'. I grab my gear and head to my stand just across the dam and up the hill by the lake. As I am walking down the dam I hear a series of enthusiastic snorts and squeals that can only be one thing... piggies having a good time at my expense. Not being one to pass up a good opportunity, i.e. almost out of bacon. I decide to go and see...there at the end of the dam there is hog wallow in a small pine thicket, it has been there for some time, however, it seems with me being gone and all, the pigs have for gotten the rules. The rules being: No pigs allowed, and any pig found on my property is to be subsequently shot and eaten, bearing freezer space, which I have. With the rules in sharp definition, the PIQ, thats 'pigs in question' for those who don't know, are definitly out of line. I decide to remedy that little situation. I creep around the stand of young pines containing the swinely party goers and creep up the hill to get above them. A hundred years ago or so they mined iron ore here in this one particular spot. So there is a iron ore rock face thats slants downward into the wallow. This solid rock allows for super sneaky creepin'. I set down my backpack and take just my trusty 70# Howard Hill and my six 900-950grn Ashby tipped arrows. I head down the rock face slowly and quietly, of course the piggie revelers were making such a racket I could have rode my Harley into there midst and they would not have noticed. I digress, so there I was creeping down the face toward said piggies where, as luck would have it, somebody had cut shooting lanes down into the waller for just such and occasion...(insert mad scientist laugh here). As I crept up to one of the shooting lanes I saw one of the resident partgoers lounging in the wallow, just having a time of it. She was all spread out laying down, laughing, blowing bubbles in the mud, pondering at what good fortune had brought her to the oink spa that day. Being ever the party crasher, I decide she will do nicely and begin to set myself up for the shot, she's maybe 30 feet away and 12-15 feet below me. Just as I start to draw and envision the horror stories the piggies will be telling each other later that night about the unfortunate slaying at the spa that day, another pig steps right in the way, grunting her satisfaction at the temperature of the wallow!!! imagine!! Pigs as we all know, are rude to a tee. I decided then and there to wipe that smug smile from her face, forever. Oh, the Horror. I draw back my trusty bow and send the missile of death slicing right into her ribcage...she explodes from her reverie and smug thoughts about the awful things she and her friends were going to do to my haymeadow that night, and plows into the woods where I hear her go down about 30 yrds away. As I look back to where piggie numero uno was trying to get up I noticed she had red and white fletchings protruding from her side, hmmm. She lurched to the left and the whole arrow appears from her right side, the broadhead buried deeply into a tree root she was just laying on... my first thought was,"How did that get there?" Then I realized, that they must have been lined up perfectly for the angle of my shot and fortune smiled upon me and I got a complete pass-through on the first pig and nearly the second who was laying down behind her. Luckily the wound was mortal, she tried to run but only careemed to the right to die 15 ft from where she had been hit. The woods exploded as 10 or 12 pigs blasted off in all directions out of the oasis...oh the stories they will tell... Sorry, I got a little carried away in the telling of it I guess...Got bacon??
-Hillbilly
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