Thanks guys, believe it or not, David and I saw this hog on Friday afternoon. While I held my dog, Dave stalked him and got winded. A few minutes later, we spooked a bigger one, at least a longer one, I'm not sure he was heavier, out of a mudhole. This area hadn't been hunted in months and we were really just scouting when we saw the boars - heck, I didn't carry my bow. The next morning we decided to both stalk the area from different directions. We got out about 8 a.m. and after two hours, I had seen gators, a tiny little fawn that let me walk right past as I tried like hell to take its picture with a camera with a drained battery, and one nice buck, but no pigs. As I walked up a dried-up, and rooted up, creek bed, I was just about to head to the truck when I thought I heard a faint grunt. Easing in that directions, I covered fifty yards when a little piglet walked in to view. I jumped behind a big cypress (I was still in a dried up creek of white sand, and soon could see two sows with a whole bunch of babies coming my way. Don't ask me how, but over the next five minutes they walked on each side of me without spooking - that can happen when you are hunting unmolested pigs, but I could smell myself so am still amazed they didn't get a whiff. More pigs were carrying on behind them so I just waited, and sure enough another sow with babies came on trailed by a lean hundred pound boar. I shot as the boar passed at about twenty-yards and sent an arrow right under his heart. This was the first critter I've ever shot at with 3-fingers under, a method my buddy Joey Buchanan has talked me in to trying, and I tend to shoot a little low. That's my excuse anyway! The boar jumped but didn't spook and took a little wider circle around me as the sow rooted less than five yards from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the big boy coming and he was headed absolutely right at me but would have to turn to get around the big cypress trees to my front. I figured he would go on the side that the sow was on so eased around and got ready. At five yards, he did turn that way and I drew which spooked the sow. Unbelievably the boar just stood there with just his head showing. One more step was all I needed. We faced off for twenty seconds when he took that step and I shot him right through the heart - I could see blood pouring out of him as he ran off but its never too safe to assume anything with big boars so felt like I best get my dog just in case. Lucky for me the BIG MAN had shown up and he is always happy to help out those of us with bad backs (actually Biggie is the kind of guy that is always ready to help out period, which is why he is much loved) . his back stays in shape supporting that big belly. . . .MS
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