Two females came with little ones...
Now what? Bad luck for me, good luck for them. These small ones just lost their stripes and are still milk dependent. I cant shoot the mother. But witch one is the mother? You, you or both? Decided not to risk it. Then I tried to see if I could shoot a small one. By this time, all I wanted was to shoot something!!! The small ones got so close into each other that I couldn't tell where one started and other ended! Bad luck!
One of the females got suspicious and went for a walk... right into my wind behind my tree... A big jump, two grunts and it was a stampede. Just dust in the air and a very angry me!!!
I kept listening them in the woods for a few minutes but then, from the other side of the valley, big big boar crowd!!!
Second chance?
Three came in quickly, without listening to their elders that, at this point, where very cautious and hold ground.
Thinking that, when the others arrived, they would group and I would miss my chance, I shot at the first that gave me the broadside... Missed!!!
Right over its shoulder.
With the arrow hitting the ground among them, they jumped and imitatively returned to the corn! With the arrow between them!!!
(Arrow in the middle of pic in front of a stripped young one)
At this point I had about 20 boars all over me. The ones behind me, in my wind, started giving the danger signal. There was a big male coming but never arrived due to that signal grunt. One of the females came to eat and took a sniff at that stick! In a blink of an eye I was covered in a cloud of dust with that run out of there, except one...
He was quartering away and very happy to get the left corn all for him.
I made the shot and hit him in the hip right side. He started squalling and running in circles, and with a sticking arrow, left, very slowly and with a lot of effort.
My arrows have reflective wraps so I could see him leaving in the bush with my flash light, following the others, but then he stopped.
The arrow moved occasionally telling me he was alive! What to do? Should I wait or do I try to reach him. My guts where telling me to wait but my mind and experience said otherwise. That was not mortal and he was capable of walking. He was in shock and getting strengths to keep along. I needed to go there.
Climbed down and went around the valley to cut his way out, and to get the wind in front of me. Got to about 10 yards and, when he heard me and tried to get up, another arrow was already reaching his boiler room.
Some photos next and went home, full of joy but a bit upset with my first shot! I'll learn a lot with this particular experience, as it should be.
So, this was the story, sorry if it is a little long (i got excited) and sorry about my English. I feel hard to describe some feelings and scenarios, but I made my best.
Thanks all
Topic: My first trad wild boar (Read 1090 times)
