Went mouflon sheep hunting up on Mauna Kea yesterday afternoon but the clouds and drizzle forced me back down the mountain. The visibility was less than 50 feet and the drizzle was frigid. Saw one large boar on the way down the hill but couldn't find it in the dry, knee-high grass. They get spooked, find a large bush, hunker down out of sight, and that's that.
On the way home, driving down the two-lane highway in total darkness out on the rolling grasslands, a pig, maybe 50 pounds or so, maybe a bit larger, shot out from the grass and ran in front of my truck. It happened so fast that I couldn't even tap my brakes.
WAM!!!
No place to pull over for about a mile and when I did, using a flashlight, I couldn't see any damage to the truck. A few black bristles were attached to the undercarriage. It was quite an impact and I can't imagine the pig survived, but I suppose it's possible. It's a dangerous road at night so I didn't go back to check out the scene.
Pigs still tearing up our neighborhood. The trapper hasn't caught a thing yet and many neighbors don't want to harm the pigs, so I guess they'd better get used to having their landscaping torn to shreds. I've got my crossbow for any trespassing porkers. I won't call the trapper and I won't run outside waving my arms and shouting. ZZZAAAPPPP!!! Problem solved.
Aloha for now.
On the way home, driving down the two-lane highway in total darkness out on the rolling grasslands, a pig, maybe 50 pounds or so, maybe a bit larger, shot out from the grass and ran in front of my truck. It happened so fast that I couldn't even tap my brakes.
WAM!!!
No place to pull over for about a mile and when I did, using a flashlight, I couldn't see any damage to the truck. A few black bristles were attached to the undercarriage. It was quite an impact and I can't imagine the pig survived, but I suppose it's possible. It's a dangerous road at night so I didn't go back to check out the scene.
Pigs still tearing up our neighborhood. The trapper hasn't caught a thing yet and many neighbors don't want to harm the pigs, so I guess they'd better get used to having their landscaping torn to shreds. I've got my crossbow for any trespassing porkers. I won't call the trapper and I won't run outside waving my arms and shouting. ZZZAAAPPPP!!! Problem solved.
Aloha for now.