myfriendis410
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Steve and I had been seeing this big boar off and on for several weeks. He was pretty cagey and where he was situated the prevailing winds prevented us from getting in on him. Yesterday, the winds turned around and the big boy came out with enough time to make a move on him. I spotted him from over a mile away and we got set. The plan was for me to stay back (1/2 mile) with a spotting scope and radio. Steve would take my truck down to where he needed to start hiking and hike up to him and get set for the shot.
Now, a word about Steve: he's killed a bunch of hogs over the years and is really very good at it. Calm, he's NOT! When he is in the pipe to shoot a big boar he becomes the very definition of a spazz. It's kinda funny, really. Of course, if he didn't get excited, he wouldn't be doing it.......
Off he goes, with my truck and my radio. (50% recovery rate but that's later) He gets down in the bottom, secures my truck without losing the keys and off he goes. There's about 30-40 minutes of light left, and Steve gets in position with about 15 minutes to spare. He gets set up with his shooting sticks and his Model 70 .300 wsm and starts glassing. I'm on this hog with the scope and have a great view. The hog has moved up the hill and is in a mixed grassy patch with sage brush in clumps. I'm watching the hog (really big boar, 250 pounder) when he lurches down the hill and a couple of seconds later I hear "boom". "Pig down!" I'm thinking. My cell phone rings (not my radio) and Steve says: "Pig down!" "I watched it in the scope", I say and he tells me that he shot a different one that had just come out in the bottom right below him, about 75 yards! "Oh, and by the way, I lost your radio." Oops.
So, I hiked down to the truck, deployed the game cart, hiked up and over to him, we took pics and gutted him and hauled him off the mountain. The shot was right at 6:00 p.m. and we got back to the truck around 8:45. Both of us whipped (did I mention we're both over 50?) but happy. My original guess was 210 gutted, but when I looked at him this morning prior to checking him in I revised my guess to 190 lbs. He came in at 185.
By the way, this hog was beat up bad! His left lower cutter was freshly broken off, he had numerous bloody slices on his plate, some on top of his back, and his right ear was shredded and bloody. He had obviously just lost a fight with a bigger boar, probably the one I was watching.
He's still out there, boys.........
Oh yeah: if you find a camo Motorola radio laying on the hillside, I can be reached at 805................
Now, a word about Steve: he's killed a bunch of hogs over the years and is really very good at it. Calm, he's NOT! When he is in the pipe to shoot a big boar he becomes the very definition of a spazz. It's kinda funny, really. Of course, if he didn't get excited, he wouldn't be doing it.......
Off he goes, with my truck and my radio. (50% recovery rate but that's later) He gets down in the bottom, secures my truck without losing the keys and off he goes. There's about 30-40 minutes of light left, and Steve gets in position with about 15 minutes to spare. He gets set up with his shooting sticks and his Model 70 .300 wsm and starts glassing. I'm on this hog with the scope and have a great view. The hog has moved up the hill and is in a mixed grassy patch with sage brush in clumps. I'm watching the hog (really big boar, 250 pounder) when he lurches down the hill and a couple of seconds later I hear "boom". "Pig down!" I'm thinking. My cell phone rings (not my radio) and Steve says: "Pig down!" "I watched it in the scope", I say and he tells me that he shot a different one that had just come out in the bottom right below him, about 75 yards! "Oh, and by the way, I lost your radio." Oops.
So, I hiked down to the truck, deployed the game cart, hiked up and over to him, we took pics and gutted him and hauled him off the mountain. The shot was right at 6:00 p.m. and we got back to the truck around 8:45. Both of us whipped (did I mention we're both over 50?) but happy. My original guess was 210 gutted, but when I looked at him this morning prior to checking him in I revised my guess to 190 lbs. He came in at 185.
By the way, this hog was beat up bad! His left lower cutter was freshly broken off, he had numerous bloody slices on his plate, some on top of his back, and his right ear was shredded and bloody. He had obviously just lost a fight with a bigger boar, probably the one I was watching.
He's still out there, boys.........
Oh yeah: if you find a camo Motorola radio laying on the hillside, I can be reached at 805................
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