Well the “stone cold killers” from NY managed to save their reputation at the last minute! The weather was beautiful the bugs were nowhere to be found and the pigs were moving.
Between the five in camp we saw lots of hogs managed a few stalks and a few misses but in the end we succeeded in securing some pork.
Sunday afternoon rolled around after seeing a couple hogs I split off from my hunting partners and went looking in some likely spots I had come across earlier in the weekend. I came up over a rise where I had seen pigs on Saturday and sure enough a few were working the reeds. I got the wind in my favor and got the stalk on. I got within 30yards when the wind swirled slightly and the pigs went on high alert. The biggest one only about 50 or 60 pounds was standing broadside so I decided now or never I let the arrow go and zipped it right under his legs, miss number one.
I continued down the ridge staying in the reeds and before I knew it I was back onto some hogs. I managed to close the distance to under twenty this time and had a decent shot down the pipe between two small trees about 10 inches in diameter. A very makeable shot, so I drew anchored and released…O well the arrow struck a small reed I failed to notice right in front of the pig and sent the arrow over the animal, miss number two.
It was now about 11:15 and I had to get back to the car by noon to meet the group. Feeling satisfied that I at least managed a couple of shots at some pigs I decided to go back to the car and meet up with my hunting partners and tell them about my adventures. I hunted my way back to the car and told them about my success, they nodded and enjoyed my pain for missing. Well I got to thinking as we settled into the car seats to wait for the last two in our hunting party to return, I had about a half hour before they were supposed to be back. So just the night before I talked to Ray and found out he has a nick name…”Last Day Ray”. So it crossed my mind why not grab my bow and head into the woods just past the car and see what happens. I told the two guys at the car to beep the horn when the others showed up and we would leave. Well about 100 yards into the woods I see some larger saplings shaking and I start to hear some pigs grunting and popping their teeth. I began the stalk about 50 yards from them and I realized my shoes were making too much noise. I slipped out of my shoes and continued the stalk in my socks. I closed the distance to 10 yards and still no shot. There were four pigs one good sized sow with two smaller pigs and another smaller sow, I happened upon a game trail that ran perpendicular to the pig’s position, so I tip toed up the trail a few yards and now I had a shot at the smaller of the two sows. I stood up drew and the pig picked me off spun facing me and I stood at full draw with a 68lb recurve for what felt like an eternity just waiting for her to turn slightly. Well she didn’t turn she took three or four steps toward me and started to go behind a large pine tree. When her eyes went behind the tree I let down and took a breath, My knees were knocking I was shaking like a leaf on a tree and before she stepped out again I drew a second time and she gave me beautiful broadside slightly quartering away shot that I buried a woodsman broad head deep into her vitals. She went twenty yards and piled up. I had done it at the last minute! I was thrilled and you wouldn’t have believed the faces on the guys when I returned to the van carrying a 75lb pig in less than fifteen minutes.
I would like to thank Ray Hammond for showing us Yankees a good time and can’t wait to go back.
Topic: Hog Heaven Success (Read 2026 times)
