New year, same story !!
I parked the truck out on the prairie and grabbed my bow and quiver. The wind was out of the north so I stuck my nose in it and started walking..
I reached a creek and kept traveling upwind walking the creek bank. There were woods on the other side and prairie on my side. I was looking for fresh pig sign, something I hadn't been able to locate lately.
I'd gone maybe a mile and a half when I saw some real fresh sign 150 yards up the creek, PIGS!
I kept my pace up until I was within a hundred yards then I slowed down. At 75 I pulled an arrow out of my quiver and snapped it on the bowstring.
There were a dozen or so on the other creek bank but then I saw a lone boar on my side. He was nosing around in some brairs. I tried to get real sneaky and close the distance. When I was within 40 yars I was sure I could hit him if he turned and gave me decent angle.
Every so often he would look up and see me and the stare down would occur. I eased forward a few steps then he turned and walked straight away. After going another 20 or 30 yards he stopped and started rooting at something. Again I closed the distance and reached a spot where I was ready to take the shot if offered. And he moved away AGAIN.
I kept on his tail and he stopped and started rooting in a small patch of green brair, just what I needed! He had his head buried in this patch of vines and I was able to sneak within about 25 yards. A small bunch of vines was screening his vitals but I could seen them well and knew the weeds and berry vines wouldn't deter my arrow as he was just a foot behind them.
The 63 pound yew bow came to full attention and the arrow was away. The pig let out a short squeal and trotted away. I was pretty sure I had a good hit but he didn't falter as he trotted towards the rest of the pigs.
I watched as he crossed the creek then saw him lay down on the opposite bank. Ah, just a bit of patience my friend. A couple of minutes later he got up and walk into the woods line, this worried me. Maybe he wasn't as sick as I first thought.
Maybe ten minutes passed and I started sneaking towards the last place I saw him. I was loosing light and wanted to try to get another arrow into him if possible. I probably took me another ten minutes to close in on where I was hoping he was. I was slipping along one step then another and scanning inside the darkening woods. Finally I saw him, he was laying on his side about 20 yards in. He was facing away and I started to stick another arrow in his flank then and there. I watched for a bit and saw no movement. Wanting a better angle I slowy started side stepping opening up a more broadside view of him. Again I was tempted to shoot the second arrow but I just couldn't see any sign of life so taking a bit of a gamble I closed in on him. Ten yards, then five, then three ---- he was dead! The 185 grain Grizzly had taken him a couple of inches to the rear of where I would have prefered but it proved deadly anyway. I found the bloodied arrow about ten yards beyond where he had been standing, it didn't seem to slow down much as it went through him.
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