I make my way to the end of the ridge and drop into the next one. I get about half way down the face of the first finger and sit down to look and listen. It doesn’t take long and i hear a crack from the face of the finger next to me, something with weight just stepped on and stick. A couple of minutes later i can hear the crunch, crunch of acorns and what i have come to recognize as the woof, woof sound of dirt being cleared from nostrils. A couple of minutes more and i can make out hogs moving my way under the oak trees, its on.
There is about fifteen of them and they drop down in the drainage and come up in front of me. They’re all from 15 to 30 yards from me. I pic one out, pic a spot and it turns, all i see is tail. The next one, dang behind a tree, this goes on until all 15 have pasted me.
Now there are 7 that are about 75 to 100 lbs, 6 that are sows about 125 to 150 lbs and 2 BIG black boars that are 200 to 225 if they are a pound and both sporting some nice long weapons from there lips.
How did i have so much time to get a good assessment of all these hogs you ask? Well for the next 15 minuets i stalk these hogs from tree to tree all the way to the bottom of the finger. I must have gotten to half draw seven times. How all those eyes and ears didn’t ketch me ill never know.
Then it happens at about 20 yards one of the big black boars gives me a shot, i get to about 3/4 draw and he takes that ever-recurring step behind a tree. As i let down I’m thinking man it’s going to be hard as hell getting the beast out of these hills, I'm all the way in the back and about a mile from my bike. He starts to step out from behind the tree and I’m at half draw in a blink, he stops just before his sweet spot is clear. I’m at half draw looking at this monster thinking, man i will never get this thing out of here or have a heart attack trying. Right about then 90 degrees to my left at about15 yards one of the smaller pigs steps out in view, i instantly think that one in can carry out of here, i turn draw and let loose, i see the arrow zip right through him. He goes about 15 yards and disapears behind some brush. I look around and none of the other hogs even react the the shot, there all just feeding away. Dang what a time to only bring one pig tag. As i stand up to go check the point of impact they look up and just trot off like nothing happened and in no big hurry. One of the big black takes up the rear of the line and i just smile as he trots off. If i would have been closer to the truck he would have been toast.
I get to where the pig stood, no blood, but about 7 yards away i see this.
Can't really see it in the photo but it's covered from stem to stern with good blood. I turn and start down the path the pig took and at 5 yards this,
5 more yards this,
5 More yards this
Topic: TEASER...Hog hunt Update, page 2...Im home (Read 1403 times)
