kodiakoutdoors
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Well what father could ask for more than a weekend hunting with his son. My son turned 12 back in March and I bought him a new Savage Axis .270 for his bday gift. We went hunting that week and another weekend a few weeks after his bday. Unfortunately he never had a shot opportunity on the two previous trips so I figured Father's Day weekend would be a great time to get away.
We got to my friends property, the same place as the previous hunts, on Saturday afternoon. I've been hunting this property for 10+ years and have killed a ton of hogs. Saturday evening I set the boy up at a water source, but darkness came and nothing showed up except for turkey's and a couple of coyotes.
Sunday morning comes way to early and we check out a few other "go to" spots on the ranch, but nothing. Now I'm frustrated! We catch a little nap and then eat. About 12:30 pm I tell my son let's go drive around since there is nothing else to do and the truck has A/C. It's pretty darn hot out in Paso Robles in the summer. Well holy s*#%! About a dozen hogs are feeding around some oaks not more than 25 yards off a dirt road. I stop the truck and we get out. The hogs are about 120 yards from the truck at this point. We get a little closer, maybe 15-20 yards. My son gets his rifle on his sticks and I tell him which one to shoot. BOOM! I see the hog get hit, but can't tell how well. I watch it through my binos run prob 60 yards and down a little hill and disappears. Now my heart was sinking. I didn't want my son not to find his hog. Well as soon as I walked over to the top of the hill that the hog ran down, I see the hog laying next to a small tree. PIG DOWN! My son was so happy, but not as happy as I was to see the look on his face. It has been the best Father's Day ever for me.
We got to my friends property, the same place as the previous hunts, on Saturday afternoon. I've been hunting this property for 10+ years and have killed a ton of hogs. Saturday evening I set the boy up at a water source, but darkness came and nothing showed up except for turkey's and a couple of coyotes.
Sunday morning comes way to early and we check out a few other "go to" spots on the ranch, but nothing. Now I'm frustrated! We catch a little nap and then eat. About 12:30 pm I tell my son let's go drive around since there is nothing else to do and the truck has A/C. It's pretty darn hot out in Paso Robles in the summer. Well holy s*#%! About a dozen hogs are feeding around some oaks not more than 25 yards off a dirt road. I stop the truck and we get out. The hogs are about 120 yards from the truck at this point. We get a little closer, maybe 15-20 yards. My son gets his rifle on his sticks and I tell him which one to shoot. BOOM! I see the hog get hit, but can't tell how well. I watch it through my binos run prob 60 yards and down a little hill and disappears. Now my heart was sinking. I didn't want my son not to find his hog. Well as soon as I walked over to the top of the hill that the hog ran down, I see the hog laying next to a small tree. PIG DOWN! My son was so happy, but not as happy as I was to see the look on his face. It has been the best Father's Day ever for me.
