Met Evan at 5:45 AM in darkness, wind, and bone-chilling rain. Yuck! Hardly the weather you'd associate with Hawaii. We hopped in my truck and drove to the Northeast slope of Mauna Kea to hunt pigs in the jungle. Parked, geared up, and headed downhill with cold rain falling. I checked my watch. 7:00 AM sharp. We hiked only a few hundred yards when Evan spotted a couple of pigs and took an offhand shot with his open-sighted Winchester 94 in 30/30. Clobbered a boar. I was still in a fog, recovering from a party the night before that lasted until midnight [the alarm went off at 3:45 AM], so I just stood there like a Bozo and watched the second pig scoot uphill and out of sight. We hiked down into a small ravine where the boar had run and checked it out. It was much larger than I had initially thought it was. Jet-black, fat, and covered with long bristles. Evan was stoked.
"My best ever," he proclaimed.
I looked at my watch. 7:10 AM. "Sorry it took so long," I replied.
We estimated its weight at about 180 pounds, but what was really impressive was the dental work. Nice set of chompers by anybody's standards.
Evan dressed the hog and we covered it with a blaze orange tarp, took a GPS reading, and continued on our way. Over the next few hours Evan jumped another big pig in thick banana poka vines and took an offhand shot but missed. Later, I saw a small pig but my scope was soaked and all I could see was fog. I took a shot but hit the pig too far back. Evan polished it off with a shot to the chest. Took the choice cuts and headed back to the first pig. Found it, stuck the meat in our backpacks, and headed for the truck. By now we were both completely soaked and hypothermic. The GPS was really handy and we got back to the truck in no time. Changed into some dry clothes and headed back to the meeting area. The wind was howling and we were both about frozen solid by the time we got his stuff loaded into his car.
Evan has some really nice photos, most notably the photos of his hog's jawbone. Hope he posts them. Quite a trophy.
Aloha for now. Gotta get warmed up and take a nap.
"My best ever," he proclaimed.
I looked at my watch. 7:10 AM. "Sorry it took so long," I replied.
We estimated its weight at about 180 pounds, but what was really impressive was the dental work. Nice set of chompers by anybody's standards.
Evan dressed the hog and we covered it with a blaze orange tarp, took a GPS reading, and continued on our way. Over the next few hours Evan jumped another big pig in thick banana poka vines and took an offhand shot but missed. Later, I saw a small pig but my scope was soaked and all I could see was fog. I took a shot but hit the pig too far back. Evan polished it off with a shot to the chest. Took the choice cuts and headed back to the first pig. Found it, stuck the meat in our backpacks, and headed for the truck. By now we were both completely soaked and hypothermic. The GPS was really handy and we got back to the truck in no time. Changed into some dry clothes and headed back to the meeting area. The wind was howling and we were both about frozen solid by the time we got his stuff loaded into his car.
Evan has some really nice photos, most notably the photos of his hog's jawbone. Hope he posts them. Quite a trophy.
Aloha for now. Gotta get warmed up and take a nap.