Now for the bad:
On March 5th, I was hunting this large boar that I had seen on multiple occasions. I knew he was bigger than the 263# boar that I shot earlier this year. I knew that I hit him too far back as soon as I shot, but was hoping that he was quartering more than I thought and that I would get lucky. I got that arrow and it had sparse blood on it, but didn't smell bad. I didn't have much of a blood trail, and it was cold out, so I decided to pull out until the next morning. When I returned, I tracked him for around 120 yards on my hands and knees until the trail disappeared going east. I spent most of that day doing a grid search, and kept coming back the next few days looking for vultures, but with no luck.
Yesterday, I was up working on a feeder when I caught the smell of death. I stopped working, and followed my nose and came upon the carcass of the that big hog. He must have only been there for less than a week, because I go by where he was laying pretty regularly. Amazing that he made it that long, and still returned to the same area where he was shot. He was probably only 70 yards from where I shot him, but in a completely different direction from the path that he had taken. Here are some pics. He looks smaller because his guts are gone and he is a little dessicated with the heat and all. He probably would have gone 275-300# on the hoof.
I know that they are destructive, and have to die, but I hate that I made a bad shot and the hog had to suffer for so long. Getting a heart shot on the boar tonight doesn't really make up for it.
Topic: The good and the bad, another Schafer hog story (Read 424 times)
