Jean
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We were up on the ridge on Saturday morning. He was overlooking one saddle and I was on the next one over. I watched some quail guys fight over wimmen. They did this little dance smacking each other with their wings and bumping chests and yelling little quail swear words at eachother.
I watched a little hawk attack one of the coveys but he was unsuccessful. All the quail yelled little quail swear words from behind the bush at him.
It was a great show to me.
About 8am, a pig made the mistake of showing up about 80 yards downrange from me. One shot, down she went. She tried to get up but I had made it pretty much impossible for her. I placed a shot to her head and she was quiet. I didn't want her to struggle and suffer for it. I called my other half on radio and told him "WE HAVE PORK FOR DINNER!"
A side note:
The last time I killed a pig, I was by myself and it took me much longer to get it gutted and skinned than most of you folks would have taken. While I was doing this, I was out of range as far as cell phone, etc. We had several rather "heated discussions " on this matter. Also, he has never gutted an animal on his own and was very nervous about about the prospect of shooting something an possibly wasting it because he couldn't get in touch with me.
Okay, back to the story:
He brings the truck and we take a couple pictures. Then I ask him if he wants to make the cuts and I will talk him thru it. He says no but wants to see and help where he can.
It was really, REALLY neat working with him to gut the sow and he is now much more confident about doing this himself. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. I got into hunting about ten years ago and he has come along with because it is something I do. He would not hunt if I didn't hunt. I have seen a change in his attitude over the years. It is a slow process but it gives my heart much gladness.
We skinned it in camp and picked up to go home. That 80 lbs of ice came in handy after all.
We decided to butcher it ourselves. Another intimidating process but I think we did good. We learned a whole bunch on this pig and the learning continues. I am grateful and happy.
Jean
I watched a little hawk attack one of the coveys but he was unsuccessful. All the quail yelled little quail swear words from behind the bush at him.
It was a great show to me.
About 8am, a pig made the mistake of showing up about 80 yards downrange from me. One shot, down she went. She tried to get up but I had made it pretty much impossible for her. I placed a shot to her head and she was quiet. I didn't want her to struggle and suffer for it. I called my other half on radio and told him "WE HAVE PORK FOR DINNER!"
A side note:
The last time I killed a pig, I was by myself and it took me much longer to get it gutted and skinned than most of you folks would have taken. While I was doing this, I was out of range as far as cell phone, etc. We had several rather "heated discussions " on this matter. Also, he has never gutted an animal on his own and was very nervous about about the prospect of shooting something an possibly wasting it because he couldn't get in touch with me.
Okay, back to the story:
He brings the truck and we take a couple pictures. Then I ask him if he wants to make the cuts and I will talk him thru it. He says no but wants to see and help where he can.
It was really, REALLY neat working with him to gut the sow and he is now much more confident about doing this himself. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. I got into hunting about ten years ago and he has come along with because it is something I do. He would not hunt if I didn't hunt. I have seen a change in his attitude over the years. It is a slow process but it gives my heart much gladness.
We skinned it in camp and picked up to go home. That 80 lbs of ice came in handy after all.
We decided to butcher it ourselves. Another intimidating process but I think we did good. We learned a whole bunch on this pig and the learning continues. I am grateful and happy.
Jean