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Here's the LONG story:
Friday Night
Our hunting adventure with Frank and Kek at Mustang Guide Service started Friday evening at a large property, high in the mountains near King City. They picked us up from our hotel around 4:35pm and were driving the trails before 6pm. As we drove through the property we saw numerous deer and lots of turkeys!
It didn’t take long before Frank stopped the truck high on a ridge as we spot a group of about a dozen hogs with two big shooters in the bunch. We all get out and my wife cranks a slug into the chamber of her shotgun and got into a kneeling position to shoot. With Kek and my wife in position, I trot several yards away from them and pop a cartridge into my Model 70. Boy, this was going to be a short hunt!!! The hogs were about 45yds and in the open, but running.
Well, before my wife could fire, the hogs make it to some cover and looked as if they were heading to the clearing I was watching. Just then, another group of about 5 come out of the brush, just next to the truck, and run only about 20yds away on our left. No real shooters in the group, but were enough of a distraction. I return my attention to the first group and just see the hind quarters of a couple of the smaller hogs through the scrub, and they were gone!
Frank and my wife load back up into the truck to get to some higher ground as Kek decided we should go after them on foot. Little did I know this was the start of a long trek in the woods, without my pack that had all my support gear and water! I figured we would just try to cut them off or at least drive them towards Frank and my wife and meet up a little ways. Wrong!
Kek and I busted through some heavy brush and picked up a few scratches along the way. It would have been great if I’d worn my upland pants with some long sleeves. Oh well. After stumbling and falling on my butt, and getting whacked by brush a few times, we get to a clearing. I spot a group of hogs on the next ridge that Kek suspected was a different group, but we decide to go after them anyway. He radios back to Frank and we backtracked out of the brush and head for the next ridge.
The group stayed well ahead of us and we eventually lost them. Kek and I follow a trail to some wallows and we decided to station up for a bit and wait. Kek left to scout ahead while I stayed on guard. After 15min or so I hear him softly calling out for me to come up to him. When I caught up with him he said he’d seen another group that was worth going after. We headed up a steep ridge and followed another trail to the area he spotted them. Again, they give us the slip. About this time, Frank comes over the radio and says that my wife just shot at a hog, but no confirmation of a hit, yet.
After some time we’ve climbed up and down some steep terrain and lost radio contact with Frank and weren’t seeing anymore hogs. But we kept on. Without water though, I was starting to feel a bit fatigued, so I rested up while Kek scouted ahead. After 5min he comes back and says he’s just spotted a group of big sows. Of course, there was a steep hill to climb, so off we go again. About this time I was starting to wonder if Kek was just seeing ghosts, since he had no water either! Just then he asks the max range I was comfortable shooting and I wonder why. Well, unsupported without my sticks, 100yds, 150 max! Prone and sitting wasn’t ideal, and there wasn’t much to rest my rifle on. I wish I had my pack!
We get on top of the ridge and he points out a clearing on another ridge about 700yds out. He points out a big black dot. I dial my scope to max and look through. Sure enough, I see a black barrel that looked like a cow, feeding! “Is that a hog,” I asked. “Yup, and there’s another 4 in the group,” he says. Well, at least they were too far out of my comfort level even if I had a good rifle rest. My adrenalin started up again and we decided to put a stalk on them. We headed down our ridge and crossed a fence line. Then we started up a VERY steep incline.
I knew I was a little out of shape, but boy howdy! Kek was keeping a mountain goat of a pace and did all I could to keep up!!! He was going up the steep ridge like he was on an escalator! I’m not ashamed to admit that I stopped a few times on our ascent. As a matter of fact, he offered to carry my rifle a time or two so I can concentrate on the climb. Unfortunately, with my sorry ass and the swirling winds, the monsters we were trying to stalk moved on before we got in a good position.
At this point, we took a breather and Kek glassed the surrounding “hills.” Nothing. And still no radio contact with Frank. The sun was also starting to get low on the horizon at this point, so I asked him how far out we were from where we started. “See that mountain in the distance? Well, its on the other side of that,” he says. Funny how adrenalin can make you cover some major ground without realizing it!
Kek suggested that it would be easier to just trek on than backtrack, if he can contact Frank that is. We kept hunting on until just before dark. I started to wonder if perhaps Kek was a bit lost. Fortunately, after getting to some high ground, he was able to get a faint hold of Frank and confidently described our locale with landmarks. No hog for the wife though, and they would be a while until they got to us. They were several ridges away!
Kek and I had a dark hike in the woods along some switchbacks and watched the marine layer quickly float over the hills, then us. Being tall and lean, Kek was starting to get cold and was finally starting to show some wear. With all my fat, I was fairly comfortable and was actually getting my third wind.
We crossed another fence line and finally got on a main dirt road. Kek had good reception at this point and set a rendezvous point with Frank. After a few more shallow hills, we finally see the headlights of Frank’s truck. Saved!!!
After packing our guns and guzzling 10 gallons of water, we got into the heated truck and headed out of the hills. It was around 10pm by the time we got back to the hotel. What a great first day hunt!!!
Saturday Morning
The next day started very early with a hot breakfast at Denny’s. We met up with an unexpected solo hunter near the end of our breakfast that would be joining us in the day’s hunt. Just before 5:30, Frank greets us and we all caravanned to another locale. Kek met us there with 2 of his dogs, and while we got our gear ready, Frank went to get his dog.
Kek and Dick drove ahead together, while my wife and I rode with Frank. We drove through a dryer area with moderate rolling hills, but nowhere near as tough and steep as the night before, and not much cover. Just as day broke, we crest a ridge and spot a huge boar trotting along a trail. He spots us and veers off. Just as I opened the door of the truck, Frank says to get back in. We went in pursuit to cut the boar off. We backtrack and park several hundred yards from where we spotted it. We get out of the truck and my wife and I hunker down while Frank glassed the hillside. I spot the hog just in time to see it veer down another hill. We all get back in the truck and down the hill we went and drove the direction Frank thought the hog would go. But after some time, it was clear it took another route, so up we go again.
We drive around a bit and barely understand Kek’s garbled radio transmission. It sounded like Dick had hit a good hog. At this point Frank stops the truck and hears Kek’s dog down the hill madly barking. Frank got his own dog out and had my wife and I grab our gear and follow him down the steep hill. After a slippery descent, we see Kek’s dog roughing it with a hog. Since I was right behind Frank, I got dibs on a shot. But before I could shoot we got closer and in better position. Frank kept shouting at “little” Frank to break-off from the hog. Each time he did, the hog would charge and Frank (the dog) would run around it and come in to bite its ear. I was really concerned about K-9 Frank getting in the line of fire that I passed on a couple of brief clear shots at the hog.
After some tense moments with Frank calling his namesake off the hog, he finally obeys and gets clear of it. With the hog slightly quartering away at around 35yds I aim slightly back and let my bullet fly. After hitting it in the vitals, the hog runs about 7 yards before it drops with Rowdy and Frank soon on top of it. Hog down!
It wasn’t long after Frank radios Kek that another hog was down that we see him driving rapidly towards us in Frank’s truck. He brakes in front of us and excitedly gets out. He says Dick had gotten a nice boar and that he’d seen a good group of hogs just a ways. He started folding out the ATV ramp and jumps into the bed to roll the ATV down. Before my wife knew what was going on, her shotgun was on the ATV gun rack and she was riding away with Kek.
Frank and I left my sow on the ground and loaded up the two dogs and head off to look for the ATV duo. Being more mobile, we couldn’t catch up or find them. So we start heading back to where Dick and Kek’s truck was. As we reach the top of the hill we see a nice group hogs with a few nice ones in the bunch. Frank gets out to release the dogs and off furry Frank goes as Rowdy wonders what to do. After big Frank redirects Rowdy, we tear off down the hill. Just as we reach the bottom we see little Frank with another hog. The hog was pissed and kept jabbing and charging Frank, grunting and snorting!
After some time, we hear the ATV heading our way. As Kek and my wife get off the ATV, the hog bolts off with tired Frank in pursuit. Kek and my wife get back on the ATV and take off. Big Frank and I lose sight of them in the cloud of dirt. We hop back in the truck and hurry to follow. We see tired little Frank by the side of the road and the hog in the distance. Frank must have gotten his second wind as we approached and went back in pursuit.
The hog all of a sudden stops by an oak tree and stands its ground. As little Frank gets to it Kek and my wife park the ATV and get into a good shooting position 30yds away from the hog. Frank pulls his truck in well away from the scene and we both get out to watch the action. After some yelling from Kek to his dog, I hear my wife’s shot and see the hog drop where it stood!
After the obligatory congrats, we get to my wife’s hog and see it still breathing. Her and Kek cautiously circle around to give it another shot. At 3’ she gives it a slug in the head and things stop. We examine her hog and it looked like a nice boar of around 160 pounds. Her first shot was to its neck, possibly grazing the top of its spine. The second was just behind the ear.
We start gabbing about the hunt and began walking towards the truck to load up. Kek and Frank decide that some one should go up to see how Dick’s doing and to pull his hog up from midway down a hill. Just then my wife notices that the hog had started breathing again. Slug #3 went in between the left eye and ear pointblank. The hog does a leg stretch and relaxes, then everything stopped.
We resituate the ATV ramp to make room for my wife’s hog and load up furry Frank. Kek got ready to head back to Dick on the ATV. My wife was standing watch over her hog. Just as Frank and I got done my wife surprisingly yells out that the hog was breathing again! This hog just won’t die! She moved to a different angle and blasts another slug between the hogs eye and ear. Again, the hog twitched and became still. This hog’s head was starting to look like Swiss cheese and blood was pouring out from the holes drilled into it by the slugs. Finally dead. . .
Kek finally took off on the ATV and Frank and I dragged the boar to his truck. We lift it to the bed and we all got back in to pick up my sow. As we drove, the dogs barking was starting to annoy Frank, so he stopped at Kek’s truck to off-load the dogs. Kek and Dick were down the hill trying to retrieve his hog. While Frank was outside, I mentioned to my wife that one of the dogs seemed to be breathing a bit labored. Strange. Probably has asthma. Anyway, with the dogs off-loaded, we head to my hog.
A short time later, we get to it and Frank and I pull it over behind the truck. My sow was around 145 pounds or so. As my wife got to the truck bed, she realized where the labored breathing we heard was coming from. Her hog!
We get her hog next to mine then Frank came back with his rifle. He puts the barrel right close to the hog’s head and finally ends it all!!! We were all totally amazed with the boar. Robo Hog!
We take some pictures, then we help Frank field dress the hogs. We then load back up and head off to rendezvous with Dick and Kek.
By the time we got to them, Kek was elbow deep field dressing the monster! It was a good 250 pounder with nearly 4” cutters!!! It had numerous cuts along its wide back, no doubt from all the battles its fought. It took 4 of us to get this thing into Kek’s truck, after being dressed! Ironically, Dick wanted to possibly trade his trophy for a meat hog. Well, my wife and I wanted meat hogs so we were happy to keep what we shot. As much a trophy as the monster was, it just had “tough” written all over it, but you keep what you kill. Oh well.
At the skinning station, Kek was working on Dick’s hog. When he got to the front quarter of the hog, there seemed to be some guacamole around the hog’s shoulders and back. Apparently, the boar got a massive infection from one of the cuts on its back and built up green puss under its hide. We were all a little put off, but Kek especially so since he touched the stuff! Only the rear end was salvageable. Lucky for Dick, there were numerous depredation hogs in the freezer so he traded his green boar for one. So he got to shoot at a trophy and keep its cutters, while taking home a nice meat hog to boot.
A nice hunt for all of us! Now, the wait to get our meat back from the butcher!!!
Friday Night
Our hunting adventure with Frank and Kek at Mustang Guide Service started Friday evening at a large property, high in the mountains near King City. They picked us up from our hotel around 4:35pm and were driving the trails before 6pm. As we drove through the property we saw numerous deer and lots of turkeys!
It didn’t take long before Frank stopped the truck high on a ridge as we spot a group of about a dozen hogs with two big shooters in the bunch. We all get out and my wife cranks a slug into the chamber of her shotgun and got into a kneeling position to shoot. With Kek and my wife in position, I trot several yards away from them and pop a cartridge into my Model 70. Boy, this was going to be a short hunt!!! The hogs were about 45yds and in the open, but running.
Well, before my wife could fire, the hogs make it to some cover and looked as if they were heading to the clearing I was watching. Just then, another group of about 5 come out of the brush, just next to the truck, and run only about 20yds away on our left. No real shooters in the group, but were enough of a distraction. I return my attention to the first group and just see the hind quarters of a couple of the smaller hogs through the scrub, and they were gone!
Frank and my wife load back up into the truck to get to some higher ground as Kek decided we should go after them on foot. Little did I know this was the start of a long trek in the woods, without my pack that had all my support gear and water! I figured we would just try to cut them off or at least drive them towards Frank and my wife and meet up a little ways. Wrong!
Kek and I busted through some heavy brush and picked up a few scratches along the way. It would have been great if I’d worn my upland pants with some long sleeves. Oh well. After stumbling and falling on my butt, and getting whacked by brush a few times, we get to a clearing. I spot a group of hogs on the next ridge that Kek suspected was a different group, but we decide to go after them anyway. He radios back to Frank and we backtracked out of the brush and head for the next ridge.
The group stayed well ahead of us and we eventually lost them. Kek and I follow a trail to some wallows and we decided to station up for a bit and wait. Kek left to scout ahead while I stayed on guard. After 15min or so I hear him softly calling out for me to come up to him. When I caught up with him he said he’d seen another group that was worth going after. We headed up a steep ridge and followed another trail to the area he spotted them. Again, they give us the slip. About this time, Frank comes over the radio and says that my wife just shot at a hog, but no confirmation of a hit, yet.
After some time we’ve climbed up and down some steep terrain and lost radio contact with Frank and weren’t seeing anymore hogs. But we kept on. Without water though, I was starting to feel a bit fatigued, so I rested up while Kek scouted ahead. After 5min he comes back and says he’s just spotted a group of big sows. Of course, there was a steep hill to climb, so off we go again. About this time I was starting to wonder if Kek was just seeing ghosts, since he had no water either! Just then he asks the max range I was comfortable shooting and I wonder why. Well, unsupported without my sticks, 100yds, 150 max! Prone and sitting wasn’t ideal, and there wasn’t much to rest my rifle on. I wish I had my pack!
We get on top of the ridge and he points out a clearing on another ridge about 700yds out. He points out a big black dot. I dial my scope to max and look through. Sure enough, I see a black barrel that looked like a cow, feeding! “Is that a hog,” I asked. “Yup, and there’s another 4 in the group,” he says. Well, at least they were too far out of my comfort level even if I had a good rifle rest. My adrenalin started up again and we decided to put a stalk on them. We headed down our ridge and crossed a fence line. Then we started up a VERY steep incline.
I knew I was a little out of shape, but boy howdy! Kek was keeping a mountain goat of a pace and did all I could to keep up!!! He was going up the steep ridge like he was on an escalator! I’m not ashamed to admit that I stopped a few times on our ascent. As a matter of fact, he offered to carry my rifle a time or two so I can concentrate on the climb. Unfortunately, with my sorry ass and the swirling winds, the monsters we were trying to stalk moved on before we got in a good position.
At this point, we took a breather and Kek glassed the surrounding “hills.” Nothing. And still no radio contact with Frank. The sun was also starting to get low on the horizon at this point, so I asked him how far out we were from where we started. “See that mountain in the distance? Well, its on the other side of that,” he says. Funny how adrenalin can make you cover some major ground without realizing it!
Kek suggested that it would be easier to just trek on than backtrack, if he can contact Frank that is. We kept hunting on until just before dark. I started to wonder if perhaps Kek was a bit lost. Fortunately, after getting to some high ground, he was able to get a faint hold of Frank and confidently described our locale with landmarks. No hog for the wife though, and they would be a while until they got to us. They were several ridges away!
Kek and I had a dark hike in the woods along some switchbacks and watched the marine layer quickly float over the hills, then us. Being tall and lean, Kek was starting to get cold and was finally starting to show some wear. With all my fat, I was fairly comfortable and was actually getting my third wind.
We crossed another fence line and finally got on a main dirt road. Kek had good reception at this point and set a rendezvous point with Frank. After a few more shallow hills, we finally see the headlights of Frank’s truck. Saved!!!
After packing our guns and guzzling 10 gallons of water, we got into the heated truck and headed out of the hills. It was around 10pm by the time we got back to the hotel. What a great first day hunt!!!
Saturday Morning
The next day started very early with a hot breakfast at Denny’s. We met up with an unexpected solo hunter near the end of our breakfast that would be joining us in the day’s hunt. Just before 5:30, Frank greets us and we all caravanned to another locale. Kek met us there with 2 of his dogs, and while we got our gear ready, Frank went to get his dog.
Kek and Dick drove ahead together, while my wife and I rode with Frank. We drove through a dryer area with moderate rolling hills, but nowhere near as tough and steep as the night before, and not much cover. Just as day broke, we crest a ridge and spot a huge boar trotting along a trail. He spots us and veers off. Just as I opened the door of the truck, Frank says to get back in. We went in pursuit to cut the boar off. We backtrack and park several hundred yards from where we spotted it. We get out of the truck and my wife and I hunker down while Frank glassed the hillside. I spot the hog just in time to see it veer down another hill. We all get back in the truck and down the hill we went and drove the direction Frank thought the hog would go. But after some time, it was clear it took another route, so up we go again.
We drive around a bit and barely understand Kek’s garbled radio transmission. It sounded like Dick had hit a good hog. At this point Frank stops the truck and hears Kek’s dog down the hill madly barking. Frank got his own dog out and had my wife and I grab our gear and follow him down the steep hill. After a slippery descent, we see Kek’s dog roughing it with a hog. Since I was right behind Frank, I got dibs on a shot. But before I could shoot we got closer and in better position. Frank kept shouting at “little” Frank to break-off from the hog. Each time he did, the hog would charge and Frank (the dog) would run around it and come in to bite its ear. I was really concerned about K-9 Frank getting in the line of fire that I passed on a couple of brief clear shots at the hog.
After some tense moments with Frank calling his namesake off the hog, he finally obeys and gets clear of it. With the hog slightly quartering away at around 35yds I aim slightly back and let my bullet fly. After hitting it in the vitals, the hog runs about 7 yards before it drops with Rowdy and Frank soon on top of it. Hog down!
It wasn’t long after Frank radios Kek that another hog was down that we see him driving rapidly towards us in Frank’s truck. He brakes in front of us and excitedly gets out. He says Dick had gotten a nice boar and that he’d seen a good group of hogs just a ways. He started folding out the ATV ramp and jumps into the bed to roll the ATV down. Before my wife knew what was going on, her shotgun was on the ATV gun rack and she was riding away with Kek.
Frank and I left my sow on the ground and loaded up the two dogs and head off to look for the ATV duo. Being more mobile, we couldn’t catch up or find them. So we start heading back to where Dick and Kek’s truck was. As we reach the top of the hill we see a nice group hogs with a few nice ones in the bunch. Frank gets out to release the dogs and off furry Frank goes as Rowdy wonders what to do. After big Frank redirects Rowdy, we tear off down the hill. Just as we reach the bottom we see little Frank with another hog. The hog was pissed and kept jabbing and charging Frank, grunting and snorting!
After some time, we hear the ATV heading our way. As Kek and my wife get off the ATV, the hog bolts off with tired Frank in pursuit. Kek and my wife get back on the ATV and take off. Big Frank and I lose sight of them in the cloud of dirt. We hop back in the truck and hurry to follow. We see tired little Frank by the side of the road and the hog in the distance. Frank must have gotten his second wind as we approached and went back in pursuit.
The hog all of a sudden stops by an oak tree and stands its ground. As little Frank gets to it Kek and my wife park the ATV and get into a good shooting position 30yds away from the hog. Frank pulls his truck in well away from the scene and we both get out to watch the action. After some yelling from Kek to his dog, I hear my wife’s shot and see the hog drop where it stood!
After the obligatory congrats, we get to my wife’s hog and see it still breathing. Her and Kek cautiously circle around to give it another shot. At 3’ she gives it a slug in the head and things stop. We examine her hog and it looked like a nice boar of around 160 pounds. Her first shot was to its neck, possibly grazing the top of its spine. The second was just behind the ear.
We start gabbing about the hunt and began walking towards the truck to load up. Kek and Frank decide that some one should go up to see how Dick’s doing and to pull his hog up from midway down a hill. Just then my wife notices that the hog had started breathing again. Slug #3 went in between the left eye and ear pointblank. The hog does a leg stretch and relaxes, then everything stopped.
We resituate the ATV ramp to make room for my wife’s hog and load up furry Frank. Kek got ready to head back to Dick on the ATV. My wife was standing watch over her hog. Just as Frank and I got done my wife surprisingly yells out that the hog was breathing again! This hog just won’t die! She moved to a different angle and blasts another slug between the hogs eye and ear. Again, the hog twitched and became still. This hog’s head was starting to look like Swiss cheese and blood was pouring out from the holes drilled into it by the slugs. Finally dead. . .
Kek finally took off on the ATV and Frank and I dragged the boar to his truck. We lift it to the bed and we all got back in to pick up my sow. As we drove, the dogs barking was starting to annoy Frank, so he stopped at Kek’s truck to off-load the dogs. Kek and Dick were down the hill trying to retrieve his hog. While Frank was outside, I mentioned to my wife that one of the dogs seemed to be breathing a bit labored. Strange. Probably has asthma. Anyway, with the dogs off-loaded, we head to my hog.
A short time later, we get to it and Frank and I pull it over behind the truck. My sow was around 145 pounds or so. As my wife got to the truck bed, she realized where the labored breathing we heard was coming from. Her hog!
We get her hog next to mine then Frank came back with his rifle. He puts the barrel right close to the hog’s head and finally ends it all!!! We were all totally amazed with the boar. Robo Hog!
We take some pictures, then we help Frank field dress the hogs. We then load back up and head off to rendezvous with Dick and Kek.
By the time we got to them, Kek was elbow deep field dressing the monster! It was a good 250 pounder with nearly 4” cutters!!! It had numerous cuts along its wide back, no doubt from all the battles its fought. It took 4 of us to get this thing into Kek’s truck, after being dressed! Ironically, Dick wanted to possibly trade his trophy for a meat hog. Well, my wife and I wanted meat hogs so we were happy to keep what we shot. As much a trophy as the monster was, it just had “tough” written all over it, but you keep what you kill. Oh well.
At the skinning station, Kek was working on Dick’s hog. When he got to the front quarter of the hog, there seemed to be some guacamole around the hog’s shoulders and back. Apparently, the boar got a massive infection from one of the cuts on its back and built up green puss under its hide. We were all a little put off, but Kek especially so since he touched the stuff! Only the rear end was salvageable. Lucky for Dick, there were numerous depredation hogs in the freezer so he traded his green boar for one. So he got to shoot at a trophy and keep its cutters, while taking home a nice meat hog to boot.
A nice hunt for all of us! Now, the wait to get our meat back from the butcher!!!
BrysonHesperiaResort
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Congratulations to the two of you- great pictures and a really wonderful story
-Is she hooked?
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EMSFlyer,
WOW!!!! Another writer galore here at JHO!!! Superb writing and story telling skills.........WHOO'HOOOO!!! I really enjoyed reading the wonnerful, exciting, heart pounding hog hunt with the UNBEATABLE DUO..."Frank and Kek". EMSFlyer, thanks for sharing your extraordinary hunting experience. 'Nuff said and God Bless.
WOW!!!! Another writer galore here at JHO!!! Superb writing and story telling skills.........WHOO'HOOOO!!! I really enjoyed reading the wonnerful, exciting, heart pounding hog hunt with the UNBEATABLE DUO..."Frank and Kek". EMSFlyer, thanks for sharing your extraordinary hunting experience. 'Nuff said and God Bless.
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very good story and photo's thanks for sharing! I wonder how many ar
rows it would of took to put that hog down!.............tra
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Thank you all for the kind words! As short as the hunt was, it was packed with lots of excitement. My wife and I bird hunt with our dog, but it was something else to hunt hogs with them! Like a pointer on birds, a hog dog does all it can to hold a hog at bay until you get there, with one big difference. Birds don't charge and try to cut you open! These hog dogs are fearless and don't back down. It's easy to see why the dogs had battle scars on them.
By far, though, there's nothing like spot-stalking these porkers! The uncertainty and challenge really gets the blood flowing! Either way, it was a great weekend with my wife. Sometimes I take our hunting together for granted and forget that not all wives and girlfriends hunt. I appreciate you guys reminding me. I guess it is (still) unique when a woman loves to hunt. Heck, my wife wanted to gut and skin the hogs herself with the buck knife in her pocket! She'll get that chance. . .lol.
She took a picture of the gut piles as a consolation, though, and she got to use her knife to cut the carcasses in half at the waist to get them to fit in our coolers. Oh how happy she was!!!
We certainly have lots of memories to look back on until our next hunt!
And to answer some of your questions:
Beastslayer--the "ladder" in the pic was the ATV ramp.
Deedy--yes, she is absolutely hooked on big game now. We just might come up and see you soon!!!
TRA--I'm not sure how many arrows it would have taken, but I hope to find out. I'm planning to hunt with my Hoyt next time.
Thanks again, guys!
By far, though, there's nothing like spot-stalking these porkers! The uncertainty and challenge really gets the blood flowing! Either way, it was a great weekend with my wife. Sometimes I take our hunting together for granted and forget that not all wives and girlfriends hunt. I appreciate you guys reminding me. I guess it is (still) unique when a woman loves to hunt. Heck, my wife wanted to gut and skin the hogs herself with the buck knife in her pocket! She'll get that chance. . .lol.
She took a picture of the gut piles as a consolation, though, and she got to use her knife to cut the carcasses in half at the waist to get them to fit in our coolers. Oh how happy she was!!!
We certainly have lots of memories to look back on until our next hunt!
And to answer some of your questions:
Beastslayer--the "ladder" in the pic was the ATV ramp.
Deedy--yes, she is absolutely hooked on big game now. We just might come up and see you soon!!!
TRA--I'm not sure how many arrows it would have taken, but I hope to find out. I'm planning to hunt with my Hoyt next time.
Thanks again, guys!
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That's good livin' ; a family thats hunts together stays together..
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Alrighty-dighty!!! Okie-dokie,!!! way to go!!!! With Doccherry, SpeckMisser, 8Track, and now EMSFlyer, we will be thankfully entertained with hog hunt stories that are so well written, the words bring you right into the action itself. Hoorah for writing talent here at JHO. Thanks in advance for many future, exciting hog hunt stories. 'Nuff said.
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- 33
A big congrats for getting to share that experience with your wife. You are in a group of a very select few. Speck and One Track are the only ones that come to mind. You both look very happy in the photos. Its awesome to see. Thanks for sharing.
