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Well it has finally happened, I have taken my first archery pig. I posted a story about a pig hunt that went wrong about 2 months ago and said I would post if all the lines and dots met up.
I was walking in to my deer stand on the south side of the property. We have not spotted any pigs on this part of the property yet. I am sneaking through the cedar trees and caustiously walking to the stand not to spook any deer that might be in there early. I make it to the thickness of oak trees and here some movement by my stand. Not sounding like a deer and not knowing the pigs have made it to this stand, my first thought was an armadillo. I knock my aroow just in case and about that time I hear a bunch of snorts. "Crap there are pigs less than 30 yards" and I can't see them because of my position. I slowly make it to my knees and count 10 hogs, but can't get a clear shot.
Knowing I have to be quiet and very mobile, I decide to drop my back pack and quiver. In SLOOOOOWWWW motion I make a 5 yard sneak to a clearing between to oak trees. I pick out the boar and draw my bow, then realizing I need a tree to climb, so I slowly let off my draw. Just in case I need a plan B and climb a tree. I find a good tree I can climb to my right about 10 feet with a big limb about 6 feet up. With an emergency route in mind I find the boar and draw back again. He makes his way behind a cedar tree, so I pick out a 70-80 pounder about 22 yards away. I am looking throught my peep sight and find the 20 yard pin on my Trophy Ridge sights. I set the pin just behind the front shoulder and pull the trigger on my release. As I watch the arrow hit right where I was aiming all the hogs run to my left and follwoing far behind ,is the little guy with my fletchings barly sticking out of the entrance hole.
Now I am very excited and didn't realize that the boar did not take off when all the crashing and thrashing was happening. I look to my left and see the 150 lb boar glaring at me with a death look. He hauls butt directley at my and that is when I drop my bow and monkey myself in the tree I picked out before the shot. To make a longer story short, I was in the tree for 30 minutes getting laughed at by the boar and didn't make it down until my dad showed up on the 4 wheeler after a phone call to him. We bust out the flash lights and look for blood for about and hour and notta, none, zilch.
It is 9 in the morning the next day and we are out looking forever to find this great eating sized hog. Still no blood, no broken arrow and no sign. I am disgusted because I have never lost a big game animal I have shot. My Pops decides to take me to lunch and call it a hunt.
Needless to say 2 days later I see every buzzard in the county flying in the area the pig could have been. I make a hike to where they are perched in a big bald oak tree and below them lays my bacon, sausage and hams that was spoiled, eaten and barely left.
I hate seeing good meat go to waste
Thanks for reading and sorry it was so long
I was walking in to my deer stand on the south side of the property. We have not spotted any pigs on this part of the property yet. I am sneaking through the cedar trees and caustiously walking to the stand not to spook any deer that might be in there early. I make it to the thickness of oak trees and here some movement by my stand. Not sounding like a deer and not knowing the pigs have made it to this stand, my first thought was an armadillo. I knock my aroow just in case and about that time I hear a bunch of snorts. "Crap there are pigs less than 30 yards" and I can't see them because of my position. I slowly make it to my knees and count 10 hogs, but can't get a clear shot.
Knowing I have to be quiet and very mobile, I decide to drop my back pack and quiver. In SLOOOOOWWWW motion I make a 5 yard sneak to a clearing between to oak trees. I pick out the boar and draw my bow, then realizing I need a tree to climb, so I slowly let off my draw. Just in case I need a plan B and climb a tree. I find a good tree I can climb to my right about 10 feet with a big limb about 6 feet up. With an emergency route in mind I find the boar and draw back again. He makes his way behind a cedar tree, so I pick out a 70-80 pounder about 22 yards away. I am looking throught my peep sight and find the 20 yard pin on my Trophy Ridge sights. I set the pin just behind the front shoulder and pull the trigger on my release. As I watch the arrow hit right where I was aiming all the hogs run to my left and follwoing far behind ,is the little guy with my fletchings barly sticking out of the entrance hole.
Now I am very excited and didn't realize that the boar did not take off when all the crashing and thrashing was happening. I look to my left and see the 150 lb boar glaring at me with a death look. He hauls butt directley at my and that is when I drop my bow and monkey myself in the tree I picked out before the shot. To make a longer story short, I was in the tree for 30 minutes getting laughed at by the boar and didn't make it down until my dad showed up on the 4 wheeler after a phone call to him. We bust out the flash lights and look for blood for about and hour and notta, none, zilch.
It is 9 in the morning the next day and we are out looking forever to find this great eating sized hog. Still no blood, no broken arrow and no sign. I am disgusted because I have never lost a big game animal I have shot. My Pops decides to take me to lunch and call it a hunt.
Needless to say 2 days later I see every buzzard in the county flying in the area the pig could have been. I make a hike to where they are perched in a big bald oak tree and below them lays my bacon, sausage and hams that was spoiled, eaten and barely left.
I hate seeing good meat go to waste
Thanks for reading and sorry it was so long