I left my house in Kona at 3:30 AM and drove to the northeast slopes of Mauna Kea to hunt pigs in the Laupahoehoe forest. I posted info about my unsuccessful first hunt a couple of weeks ago. This time I was older and wiser and stayed in the cedar [I think that's what they are] forests and the open areas free of tall grass and passion fruit vines. On the hike in I saw my first green pheasant and many turkeys. The hillsides were all torn up and pig poop and other sign was everywhere. I was the only hunter in several thousand acres of virgin forest and jungle since there were no other vehicles in the parking areas. Anyway, at about 10:30 I bumped into a small herd feeding on the sidehill I was walking down. I nailed a smallish boar, 120 pounds or so, with my Winchester 100 in .308. Now here's the hard part. I didn't bring my packframe because this was really a scouting trip and I didn't have high hopes. So here I am, 800 feet downhill and a mile plus from the truck with a pig down with only a knife and a small fanny pack. Yeah, the word stupid comes to mind. I gutted it and removed the head, reducing the weight to about 75 pounds. Then I started dragging the thing uphill through the woods and jungle, lifting it over logs and lava rocks. Then I said to heck with that and wrapped it around my neck like a scarf and lugged it. Then I said to heck with that and dragged it again. An hour and forty-five minutes later, I was at the fence where my truck was parked. Right then I heard branches breaking and grunts. I loaded my rifle and then asked myself what the heck I was doing since I was so tired that I could hardly stand. The limit is two per day but one per day is just fine with me.
One interesting thing I've never experienced was that at one point I heard a commotion in the brush about 200 yards away and the sound of hogs in a fight. There was loud bellowing and snorting and brush being torn up and it lasted about 30 seconds. Any idea what was going on? I don't think it was any sort of mating activity because it sounded like one of the hogs was being murdered although I suppose that even hogs have their kinky side.
On another note, I got a nice turkey on November 30, the last day of the fall turkey season. Flushed a flock just like quail and nailed the lead bird. We had friends over last night for turkey tacos.
What happened to the upland bird forum?
Aloha for now. Mouflon sheep hunting next Friday.
One interesting thing I've never experienced was that at one point I heard a commotion in the brush about 200 yards away and the sound of hogs in a fight. There was loud bellowing and snorting and brush being torn up and it lasted about 30 seconds. Any idea what was going on? I don't think it was any sort of mating activity because it sounded like one of the hogs was being murdered although I suppose that even hogs have their kinky side.
On another note, I got a nice turkey on November 30, the last day of the fall turkey season. Flushed a flock just like quail and nailed the lead bird. We had friends over last night for turkey tacos.
What happened to the upland bird forum?
Aloha for now. Mouflon sheep hunting next Friday.