My First Trip to Pig Paradise!......All Done...

[Froggy]

My ex wife....          

Froggy

[Terry Green]

I looked up, and there was this HUGE sow sitting on a nest completely broadside.  There were bits and pieced of other hogs I could see on the other side of her, but she was huge.....and I'm sure she looked bigger since I was on my knees and 6 yards away.  Here head reminded me of 'Block Head' I'd killed in FL and I could see her right eye plain as day looking at me.

I went for an arrow in my bow quiver and she stood up with a whoof and the other hogs got up too....I only looked away for a second to make sure I'd nocked below my nocking point and looked back up...the others had stood up and in my peripheral vision they looked to be about 40 pounds or so...and she was trotting away from me through a mix of palmettos and vines.  I drew thinking this was my hog as I KNEW the one I shot wasn't' 40 pounds and even though I only had a shot from the rear I was going to get another arrow in her if I could but the palmettos closed the door on me and she turned right along with the other ones that left the small opening in this dense thicket......

I stepped out into the opening and inspected the nest...there was sparse, and I mean sparse tiny pats of blood in the nest in the area of where I hit her.....all the while the hogs weren't leaving...they were cussing me and circling to my right.....

[JamesKerr]

Oh man this is getting good!

[Terry Green]

   
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The hogs would not leave...they continued their rants at me and amongst themselves.....this continued for several minutes...and I heard them easing closer....

This is no lie...I was in this little opening listening to the judgment and strategy of this group of hogs, with an arrow nocked and standing where I would have no obstruction for a shot even though I never thought I'd need to draw.....

Then it happened...I see saplings and vines moving coming closer, then palmettos parting....then I start to see black bits and pieces of a hog coming back to the nest cussing all the way....

All I could imagine is the big Sow wanted her turf back and she wanted it back NOW.....the gap was closing, but no clear shot as she was coming head on at inside 10 yards...I started my draw anyway in case I needed to shoot in self defense....

She stopped at 5 yards quartering to me and all I could see was snout, an ear, and patches of ebony here and there in the conglomerate of veg....but the ham was WIDE OPEN....

[awbowman]

If arras ain't flying pigs ain't dieing!  Cuttum Terry!

[Cyclic-Rivers]

Awe Terry, You know where to stop..... Its killing me. in  good way of course.

[Dry Creek]

[awbowman]

It's 44 mag time!  lol

[Tim]

Wow, great story telling.....come on Terry.....   :eek:

[Terry Green]

I was at half draw when she started coming again and I bared down on the quartering to ham and let the Arrow Dynamic shaft fly tipped with a Wensel Woodsman from my 64# MOAB....

The arrow whet EXACTLY where I was looking(easy from 5 yards) and the arrow sank deep as she wheeled and tore out with the sounds of a train wreck....along with all the other hogs busting loose and away.

The 1st thing I did was get back on my 'old' blood trail....which wouldn't you guess it, lead right to my new blood trail....

[Big Ed]

Great stuff, keep it coming!!

[Trumpkin the Dwarf]

Oh boy...I made the mistake of looking before it was fully written. Now I have the "refresh browser" tic going

[Izzy]

Classic adventure hunting. Only that hearing the story and not being there in person is like being water boarded by Charlie Lamb.

[gregg dudley]

Originally posted by Izzy:
Classic adventure hunting. Only that hearing the story and not being there in person is like being water boarded by Charlie Lamb.

That's funny as heck!    

[John146]

Originally posted by Izzy:
Classic adventure hunting. Only that hearing the story and not being there in person is like being water boarded by Charlie Lamb.

I'm laughing and crying all at the same time!!!  

[Terry Green]

So...I was now following new AND old blood on the same trail.....what we get ourselves into....

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and the going was easy...everywhere there was new blood, there was old...for about 15 yards and my old blood turned left...so I double marked the spot with double napkins and went on trailing the old blood....

This went on for another 150 yards till I was satisfied that my 1st hog was still OK till I sent that other arrow into it....cause the blood trail was slowly drying up.....

So...I followed my markers back out and went to find Curt and Cade as I'd been at this now for 3 hours I'd guess......

[awbowman]

Three hours, plenty time for Cade to have shot one.

Me? I'd be taking a nap by now

[Terry Green]

Convinced I'd shot the same hog....I brought Curt and Cade to the nest where all the bizarre action had happened....and to start at the double marker and look for new blood.....and my original hog...

     

The trail was easy.....too easy...palmetto after palmetto was MOPPED with blood and my hopes were high that this would be short.....and it was....

This is an example of what the terrain was like I was trailing in.....and how easy it is NOT to see a dead hog....we were less than 5 yards away...  
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Now get this....this was NOT my hog....this was one of the '40 pounders' she was with.....see, I never paid them no mind earlier...just focusing on the big mamma during the fiasco and 'guessing' the size of the others....

The next pic will tell you just how big she must have been as this hog had no mark of a previous hit....and would be proven not to be my hog later on....she made them look like 40 pounders
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[Terry Green]

[Terry Green]

The Wensel Woodsman had passed through the front of the left ham and exited the rear of the right ham.....and caused massive blood loss.  

If I'd have known it wasn't my hog, I'd have never taken that shot....but 'things happen' when Curt and I get together.....    

Cade....YOUR UP!!!