The evening we arrived, Big Jim gave us a much enjoyed tour of the birth place of his creations.
The craftsmanship and care were most impressive and his hospitality was unequaled.
Day 1 – We scouted, checked cameras and strategized the afternoon and evening hunt.
Set up in a ground blind on a corn feeder…..feeder went off around 4:00…..approximately 15”s later, a group of 10 of mixed multi-colored runts made a blazing run to the feeder. This was my first hog hunting experienced and was amazed at the frantic and noisy frenzy. I waited for approximately 5”s to see if there was a sow holding back and there were no signs that one was accompanying them. They were apparently larger than pocket pigs and may have but just been weaned.
Trying to pick out a single piggy proved difficult as they were all virtually within the tripod with a couple of pigs at the back of the feeder. I picked out a pig and drew, however they were exchanging positions so quickly that my intended target had been replaced….I could not pick a stable target…so I let down. I waited another 30 seconds, drew, attempted to settle on a piggy, yet they changed positions four times without moving within a sight picture of not more than six inches. The action was frantic and when one the critters stopped within my sight picture, I released. The arrow somehow found its way within the covey shot pigs without harming a hair. The arrow even bounced up and landed on one of their backs as they made for the hills. I don’t even recall which color pig I had settled on…lack of patience on my part.
After 30”s…retrieved my arrow….and spun the feeder until I could imitate the actual feeder sounding off. Ten minutes later, here come the same runts racing to the feeder. Nine runts are tight within the tripod legs. The largest runt was cautious and circling the back of the feeder. I was hoping that he would circle the front of the feeder. However, after 5”s, he charged into the middle of the pile scattering the group slightly. He was facing me yet slightly quartering at 19 yards.…picked a spot just in front of his left shoulder and released…..saw the arrow penetrate deep within an inch of the fletch, then the madness of the runts scattering made any other determinations merely conjecture.
He was hit hard and blood trailing was not an issue. A piggy down….I elected to shoot a 3 blade 250 gn Terminator for the little one as it proved to be devastating. I was as excited and thrilled as when I successfully harvest a gob…poor Dan…my jaws must have run nonstop for thirty minutes.
Days 2 and 3….A plethora of hog sign, ample piggy music however, no sightings....my expectations had already been exceeded.
Am wishing to return this fall provided Big Jim and Dan have a slot.
Note: waiting myself on a pic
Topic: RESULTS -Big Jim TG Wolf Pack Hog Hunt (Read 4254 times)
