This happended at Tejon Ranch California in May 2011. I had just had a encounter with some hogs and then the rest of the story....
So after i get the smile wiped off my face i start back up the canyon wall to get back to my glassing point. One thing about Tejon Ranch, your legs better be in shape and have a good pair of boots on the end of them because you will climb your but off but this place is classic California hog ground and beautiful to boot. I make it back to my sitting spot and catch my breath, i start to look around and i hear a sound like a piglet grunting but it’s so faint I’m not sure. You know how when your sitting there and your senses are 110% turned on, Birds in the brush sound like deer, squirrels sound like big bucks running through the leaves and every thing sounds like a big boar hog. Then about that time i can make out the sound of acorns crunching and then a loud grunt, no guessing now its hogs and they are close. They’re above me and to my right. I make about 15 yards and there they are about 30 yards out and feeding under a big oak. There are about 15 and some footballs also. There’s a big tree about 15 yards from them and its forked starting at the ground, if i can get to that i can shoot between the two main trunks. I cover the distance in about ten mins, I’m on my hands an knees, i get an arrow nocked and stand up slow, just as i get upright a nice boar about 150# sees the movement and does something no other hog has done to me before, he comes on a dead run right to me, he covered that 15 yards in a flash and stops about 4 to 5 feet from me and there we are staring at each other. For about 4 or 5 seconds I’m watching the hair in his nostrils going back and forth as he breaths. This wasn’t a charge, i could just tell, his body language had no malice to it. But after about 5 seconds he pealed off in a circle trying to get down wind to find out what i was, he stopped before he hit my sent and stood broad side at about 18 to 20 yards, i drew back and released in one not so fluid motion and this damb hog had me so flustered and shaken by the way he came running into me that i did not concentrate on the shot or pick a spot, i just shot at the hole hog and the arrow passed right over his back, 3" high. At the sound of the shot all the rest of the hogs start to move, i take a deep breath, get an arrow nocked as they are all coming by me but the only shots i had were at wet sows. Once they were gone i sat down and laugh out load at my self.
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