Looking at my watch it was now almost 5:30 and I hadn't seen a thing with the exception of those pesky cows, especially a calf. At a distance they can fool you for a minute into to thinking they just might be a hog. Any way the wind had died down nicely and the temp had fallen enough that I slipped my vest back on and zipped it up.
I had just glassed off to the east when I heard the distinctive sound of a pig squealing coming from behind me to the south. I eased over to the rock wall to a point where I could see back up across the road and there they were. Two solid black hogs running down off the hillside across the road. At this point they were about 300 yards to my west and paralleling my position.
When they got even with me they stopped at which point I noticed there were several more hogs in tow. I slid back down onto my rock seat and settled in on them with my binoculars. I was sure they were going to keep heading North towards the river when they suddenly turned and were headed right to me. Holy $#!^ they are coming my way. I quickly set my binoc's down and grabbed my bow nocking an arrow.
As they closed the distance I noticed THE HOG. Yep it was the same hog that I had had the close encounter with on the previous 2 days. Thinking to myself 3 strikes and your out. Just who was going to be out was the question. Would this pig give me the slip again or would redemption be my fate? At 100 yards the white hog had taken over the lead and was almost on a dead run coming right to me. As the group crossed down through the creek bottom my heart started pounding in my chest.
I melted into the background as they made their way closer. 50 yards then 40, then 30 and now at 20 yards they had stopped and were checking the wind. Come on, the wind is perfect I was thinking to myself they can't possibly smell me. I not only have the wind in my favor at this point which is blowing steady at about 5 mph, but I also have the rock wall keeping my human shape totally concealed from them. Then the pigs started to move again coming closer still. I sat back on the rock seat so that all I could see at this point was the bait site. I was waiting for them to arrive. The adrenaline had kicked in and I was ready and concentrating.
The first pig to show was one of the medium black coats then a group of about 5 piglets charged in. Where was that big white hog that had busted me Monday night? It was whitey or none. Then suddenly there it was standing broadside at 12 yards. It was the closest hog to me and in a perfect position for the shot. What happened next seemed like it went down in slow motion.
I slowly drew my Kwyk Styk back reaching full draw then I eased up off my rock seat to clear the rock wall and zeroed in on a black spot just behind the white pigs front shoulder. Then the arrow slipped from my fingers and it was gone. I watched as my arrow connected just an inch above my aiming point and then the area around the bait site erupted in hog chaos. Grunts, snorts, squeals a long with hog butts and elbows as they tore out of there.
I watched as the group of about 12 hogs exited back the way they had come in. That's when I got a surprise. I don't know what happened but as the pigs were running away I noticed that a brown hog, not the one I had shot at mind you had my arrow sticking out of it's right side with only the fletching left inside. How could I have possible missed the hog I was aiming at and hit this slightly small hog. I watched in amazement as it circled around to the left away from the rest of the group and at about 60 yards fall over stone dead.
Don't get me wrong I was pumped, I had taken a pig with my bow. But what the heck happened. I was pretty sure of the shot but had this hog jumped in front of the white hog just as I released. Must have! I waited a few minutes then eased over the wall and took up the blood trail. That wasn't really necessary as I saw the pig fall over, but I like seeing how well my broadheads work. The wensel woodsman had done it's job well. The blood trail was awesome.
My brown hog taken with my Kwyk Styk, 53# @ 28" using gold tip arrows tipped with woodsman broadheads. The shot was 12 yards broadside and I got almost a full pass through.
Topic: Pig Gig week 3 (more snow) (Read 1915 times)
