This public land hog hunting is getting tougher and tougher - I'm scouting more, hiking further and killing myself even more gettin' out of hell holes and canyons (Motrin is now a regular in my backpack)!
I finally patterned this boar and after some bad wind and a few warning grunts from him, I was able to send an arrow from 13 yards. Not my best shot, the conditions were not very favorable, but it did let the air out of him, so it's all good.
Shot him at least shooting light, but couldn't get onto a good blood trail. Looked around and then heard some more warning grunts and growls from (?), probably him, but who knows. No sidearm, and dark approaching fast, I took a wide birth and decided to come back in the morning (Father's Day).
On the way out, I ran into another boar making atons of noise bulldozing through the brush - he gave me a few snorts, grunts and growls also....very unfriendly neighborhood.
Out at first light, looked around and found him, no more than 20 yards from where I shot him. Pass thru, but only found the back half of my arrow. Some quick pics, field dressing and the perverbial hell-hike out. My back is killing me, and Father's Day is all about me, the couch, rehydrating and some WC soccer. Good thing it's Father's Day - the wifey is catering to my every whim! Normally, she'd tell me to go.....
I finally patterned this boar and after some bad wind and a few warning grunts from him, I was able to send an arrow from 13 yards. Not my best shot, the conditions were not very favorable, but it did let the air out of him, so it's all good.
Shot him at least shooting light, but couldn't get onto a good blood trail. Looked around and then heard some more warning grunts and growls from (?), probably him, but who knows. No sidearm, and dark approaching fast, I took a wide birth and decided to come back in the morning (Father's Day).
On the way out, I ran into another boar making atons of noise bulldozing through the brush - he gave me a few snorts, grunts and growls also....very unfriendly neighborhood.
Out at first light, looked around and found him, no more than 20 yards from where I shot him. Pass thru, but only found the back half of my arrow. Some quick pics, field dressing and the perverbial hell-hike out. My back is killing me, and Father's Day is all about me, the couch, rehydrating and some WC soccer. Good thing it's Father's Day - the wifey is catering to my every whim! Normally, she'd tell me to go.....
