During one of my recent treks through the woods I saw a decent sized black boar pig. He had my attention! I thought I knew where he was traveling and crossing under a fence.
I'm blessed to have an hour or two many evenings and I can get to the woods to unwind. This evening my trip worked to wind my clock a bit..
I found a tree close to this crossing and climbed up for a sit this evening. Right at dark he came tromping through the woods. I heard him coming from at least 50 yards away. When he went past me I drew and shot. He was only about 15 yards but it was dark enough I couldn't see exactly where the arrow hit. It sure felt good and I heard the broadhead cut ribs, that familiar crunch we've all heard. I carefully followed his retreat listening as he broke through the under brush.
I waited a bit and got down and gathered my bow and quiver. I didn't find blood for about 20 or 30 yards, pretty much telling me that the arrow didn't penetrate the off side.. The blood was scant for the fifty yards or so then I started to find more blood and the trail became easier. I was feeling better about the outcome.
After 100 yards or so I found where he'd laid down and also found two saucer sized spots of foamy blood, now we're talking! He was keeping to some fairly thick whip cane thicket so visibility wasn't the best. I suppose I could see 20 feet most of the time.
I took another step forward and heard a hard, sharp grunt just ahead, whoa !!! I grabbed an arrow and put it on the string of the longbow. I took a step, then another. I then heard some rustling in the cane. For a moment I debated on whether or not to back out until morning but that just wasn't in my heart..
I eased forward and broke into an opening maybe 20' across. My light shined across the opening and I spotted a dark spot just inside the cane on the other side of the opening. It was the pig, he was down and breathing heavily. He was, however, upright. I sidestepped a couple of steps and found an opening through the cane. I thought he was facing away and that I was looking at his flank so I drew, took careful aim and sent another Grizzly into him.. Initially he didn't seem to mind too much but within 10 seconds he started flopping and thrashing in his death throes.. In a few more seconds it was over. The 63# Hill proved to be just the right medicine for this pig !
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