Towards the end of the trip, I had started finally feeling better and went out with Dan, Andy, and Corey, the other Australian bowhunter. While sneaking up a gully, we got caught out in the open by a bedded boar.
The way he looked at us, he musta thought we were lost. A coupla whiteboys wandering around in the outback in the heat of the day...how dangerous could we be, really?
Well, this boar found out when I sent an arrow into him at about 25 yards. I think I took him thru the liver, and maybe got a piece of the lung. He got sick immediately and was slow moving. He wandered over to a fallen tree on the edge of a pond and buried up in the roots, and I was able to get in close for a follow up.
Well, that was the plan, anyway. I've never flat out missed anything so close like that before. That pig was in the roots standing up, MAYBE 5 yards away. And I missed. No excuses, I just sucked at that particular moment in history. The hog rolled out and trotted a short distance, coming to stop in an open area, where we closed back in on him and I hit him with another arrow. He whirled around as if to charge, when a chartreuse arrow from my left came from nowhere and caught the hog high in the lungs, changing his mind. He turned around, and I was able to sneak another arrow into his lower chest cavity, taking out the heart. My 2nd hog down.
Dan, Andy, and I on the hog that me and Dan doubled up on.