As I sit here typing this story, I'm reliving one of the coolest hunts I have ever been on and I am still smiling ear to ear. I have a stand that is in a oak flat near a grape vine thicket that has a spring running out of it causing water to always be in this area. Years ago I would always see at least one but usually several nice bucks in this stand but as the pig population has grown the stand has become a pig magnet. I have shot two nice boars from this stand this year both dying in the grape vine thicket and both in a spot unaccessible by atv so the boars had to stay put. My father has been after me about killing him a pig but with work I told him there was no way I could get in the woods during the week to hunt one so I have just stayed away from the stand with my long bow and have been trying to bust me a nice deer to break her in with, but have had no luck... This afternoon I had the perfect wind for the stand and honestly I was ready to see some red on the end of my chartreuse feathers. So around noon today I shot a few arrows at the target and ran my heads through the bench grinder. By 330 I was thirty foot above the forest floor in my lock on with fresh pig sign all around me. At 345 I had a small boar work his way through the grape vine past me at about 75 yards, texted my dad that I was already seeing pigs to have his cooler ready... By 4pm I was on my feet with two sows feeding around 40 yards behind me with a half dozen piglets nipping at their tits. I watched as they worked their way away from me and thought that was it when a group of 5 young sows and boars ranging form 50 to 80lbs came walking right in to my set up...I watched the pigs at 25 and 30 yards for nearly an hour and was waiting for one to give me the right shot angle. At 530 a nice brown sow stepped in an opening at 18 yards broadside she was rooting and walking as I came to fully draw focusing on her front elbow...I let out a small grunt as I released the arrow...Now I don't know if she was turning to continue feeding or my grunt spooked her but I saw my arrow hit her just in front of the back ham HIGH as she was turning away from me :wacko: it was a pass through with the fletching still in her as she squealed and ran away from me...I heard her run 50 yards before I could only hear splashing in the creek then.... silence. :pardon: I shrugged and looked back at the other pigs and to my surprise they hadn't moved in fact they were still feeding in the same spots as before the shot...All but one of the sows who was running right to my stand... I quickly knocked another arrow and picked a spot on the sow as she came charging in she stopped between a pair of sapling and I drew and shot. Those traditional shooters should know what I forgot to do "Pick a Spot" Arrow whizzed high right over her back she runs right under me as I attach another arrow and draw as she is walking quartering away right back towards the grape vine thicket. I drew and shot leading her slightly, she stopped as I shot and I hit just under her jaw...She took off and was never seen again...Well by now I know I have one pig to look for and two arrows to clean so I start gathering my gear when I look up and see pigs still feeding at 60 yards from me on the edge of some broom grass...I figure what the hell lets try a stalk, it could get interesting. I lower by bow put my catquiver on and ease down...I retrieve one of my arrows as I stalk towards the 2 brown sows feeding... I run out of cover at 40 yards and decide to just ease towards them since they had their heads down rooting the fresh black dirt... 30 yards they pay me no mind, 25 yards they are both butt to me...20 yards they are quartering away with logs blocking vitals, 15 yards I step on on log and wait for my angle... Then I hear something I didn't want to hear, a loud grunt right beside me...I turn my head to my 10 O'Clock and out steps a black broadside boar maybe 150lbs at less than 3 yards looking right at me. To be honest I don't really remember what happened next it was a blur of my turning drawing and releasing without ever even hitting anchor and my arrow cutting the top of the boar's back...I stood there as I regained reality and watched the pigs walk off shaking more than I have in years...I laugh at how I had just missed an animal at a distance I could have jumped to as I retrieve my mud covered arrow on the edge of the creek. I'm still shaking as I'm washing the broad head off in the creek reliving what had just happened when I hear teeth popping to my right and look up to see a waist high boar at 10 steps popping his teeth looking at me like I owed him money. :blink: No knowing what to do and not having an arrow nocked or a tree to climp close by I did the only thing I could think of I said (Oh $#it) at a voice he could hear followed by a series of Loud HEY HEY HEY!!! He turned and walked off offering no shot not that I could have stopped shaking long enough to keep my arrow on the shelf to shoot...
After he made his way off and I cleaned out my shorts and took up the trail on the hog I had shot before all the excitement... There was blood instantly from where I shot the pig so my hopes raised a little. after 20 yards of spot blood I find my arrow covered in blood but the fletching smelled of gut so my heart sank... Now it had been an hour since the shot and the blood looked better just past where my arrow laid...With hot temps and the splashing I had heard after the shot I opted to give it a little further to see if I saw her. I was Glad I did! The next 20 yards was a blood trail Stevie Wonder could have followed to my little sow. She had died right where I heard her in the creek not 50 yards from my stand. The arrow had cut the Aorta running down her back and taking out both kidneys. I've said it before and I'll say it again I'd rather be lucky than good!
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I shot her with my Costalbend Longbow 65lbs@28inches.... A 75/95 Goldtip Traditional with a hundred grain insert and 200 grain Tusker Aztec broad head...
Thanks, for reading Beau
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