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ok rw lets here your story and pics if you have some thanks
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Here's the tally for the weekend, which considering the weather and that Spec was there, is pretty damn good:
1 killed
1 lost
2 missed
7 hunters
Good job guys, can't wait to see some pics and hear a story or two
1 killed
1 lost
2 missed
7 hunters
Good job guys, can't wait to see some pics and hear a story or two
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That was a great trip! It sure was nice to meet everyone and I hope to hunt with you guys again.
First of all, Choppers place was unreal. Huge plot of ground, and there were alot of pigs, turkeys, deer (some real nice bucks) and quail around. I put some real miles on my legs, but didn't see any hogs until Saturday after the rain let up. Seeing them out in daylight was one thing, but when the rain let up Saturday morning I had my chance. Found a couple hogs about 150 yards up on a hilside, made a good sneak in on them and got to what I guessed as 20 yards. Took a shot at a big tan and black boar and missed him clean. Arrow in the dirt, 2 feet in front of him
. I guess it was more like 25-30 yards. (Rangefinder is on the Christmas list). After the shot, almost had time to get off another one, but the pig that was behind him took off, so then he followed. When they broke, there were 10 or 11 more that came from all over that hillside. I combed the area for a good hour, snuck out and then back in a few hours later but they didn't come back.
I've killed a few pigs with my '06 and that hog would have been dead for sure from the first place I saw him, but this was my first time/shot at them with a bow. It was a great experience.
Chopper, thanks again for a great opportunity and hope to see you again. Rancho, thanks again for setting up the trip.
Happy holidays everyone!
First of all, Choppers place was unreal. Huge plot of ground, and there were alot of pigs, turkeys, deer (some real nice bucks) and quail around. I put some real miles on my legs, but didn't see any hogs until Saturday after the rain let up. Seeing them out in daylight was one thing, but when the rain let up Saturday morning I had my chance. Found a couple hogs about 150 yards up on a hilside, made a good sneak in on them and got to what I guessed as 20 yards. Took a shot at a big tan and black boar and missed him clean. Arrow in the dirt, 2 feet in front of him
I've killed a few pigs with my '06 and that hog would have been dead for sure from the first place I saw him, but this was my first time/shot at them with a bow. It was a great experience.
Chopper, thanks again for a great opportunity and hope to see you again. Rancho, thanks again for setting up the trip.
Happy holidays everyone!
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That was DEFINITELY a Chupacabra!!
That was DEFINITELY a Chupacabra!!
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I had a great time meeting more JHO members...Lots of good food and booze, and lots of hogs out after the horizontal rain we had Friday and Saturday night.
I wasn't able to get on pigs out in the open, but made lots of contact near a hillside of Chemise that was full of beds. Friday morning I was camped out 20 feet from a bed with two boars fighting away inside. I was waiting for the loser to come out, but after ten minutes of what sounded like a pig version of Frasier vs. Ali, they disappeared back up deeper into the brush.
Sunday, I finally got an arrow into a hog in the same area..With the wind in my face I saw legs behind a row of bushes and I waited at draw for him to show in a lane right in front of him. At less than 20 yards the pig came out from behind the bushes just quartering away, but at a little quicker pace than I anticipated, and my arrow hit him too far back. It was a big pig, and I'm pretty bummed we couldn't recover, but not for lack of trying. Thanks to Speck for diving in deep in the mud, pig shit and rain to find what could have been a very pissed off large hog in a jungle of tunnels and beds.
And as for Speckmisser - he got two shots off, and I'll leave it to him to tell the story.
I wasn't able to get on pigs out in the open, but made lots of contact near a hillside of Chemise that was full of beds. Friday morning I was camped out 20 feet from a bed with two boars fighting away inside. I was waiting for the loser to come out, but after ten minutes of what sounded like a pig version of Frasier vs. Ali, they disappeared back up deeper into the brush.
Sunday, I finally got an arrow into a hog in the same area..With the wind in my face I saw legs behind a row of bushes and I waited at draw for him to show in a lane right in front of him. At less than 20 yards the pig came out from behind the bushes just quartering away, but at a little quicker pace than I anticipated, and my arrow hit him too far back. It was a big pig, and I'm pretty bummed we couldn't recover, but not for lack of trying. Thanks to Speck for diving in deep in the mud, pig shit and rain to find what could have been a very pissed off large hog in a jungle of tunnels and beds.
And as for Speckmisser - he got two shots off, and I'll leave it to him to tell the story.
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After duck hunting on Sunday...
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Well, the Pigmisser's streak goes unbroken!
It's a hell of a challenge to spend as much time as I have at Choppers, and sling as many arrows as I have there, and still remain an archery hog virgin. But it's a challenge I've accepted, and I have yet to be bested. I rock.
Like the guys have already said, the weather flexed between curse and godsend all weekend. The dry cold from last week had the hogs bedded up thick, and with the amount of acorns on the ground, they didn't have to move far for food. On Friday morning, I only spotted one hog, and that was at 600 yards, climbing a hillside and headed right toward Dom... it must have hung a left or something, because he never saw it.
The weather moved in Friday afternoon, which made the stalking much better. Unfortunately, the wind came in as well, and swirled constantly. I got on two BIG hogs right at dusk, and followed them for quite a ways up a ridge. They obviously had a destination in mind, because I could never catch them. Just at dark, I topped a rise and saw three round backs in the grass, about 40 yards away. I dropped down and crawled on my knees as the shooting light faded. Finally, figuring I must be within range, I rose up. Yep.. I put one heck of a stalk on three stone pigs. I chose not to shoot.
Got back to the truck and the radio was crackling. Somebody was dragging a big hog up the hill. That turned out to be RW.. and if he ever gets back on here, he can post up his tale.
The wind came up hard overnight, and Saturday looked doubtful. But early morning showed a slight misting drizzle and no wind. Nearly ran over two hogs on the way to my spot. Overnight, they had rooted a strip along the road probably 80 feet long and four feet wide. The wet ground was a magnet for them, and all day we found tons of fresh rooting.
I humped way up on a ridge at first light, only to glass down in the flats and see hogs right out in the open. After a half mile stalk (most of it was a half-run down the ridge), I got to within about 30 yards of a couple of 150 lbers. The boar was trying to mount the sow, but she wanted nothing to do with it. Finally they faced off, broadside. A little too much for my recurve, so I held off waiting for them to step over the rise. The wind was hard in my face, I had good cover, and they were totally unaware that I was there.
Then two things happened. First, a cow popped up to my left at about 10 yards. No idea where it came from, but it sure didn't like seeing me there. Then I felt that treacherous wind that had been in my face for all this time suddenly lifting the back of my hat. Like a couple of whirling dervishes, those hogs spun around and were gone.
I worked my way around the area, amazed at all the very recent activity, then started back up the ridge. Along the way I had an awesome encounter with a very mature buck and his little protege. I watched them for a good half hour, at ranges between 110 yards to less than 60 as they browsed their way up the saddle. The little spike followed every step the older buck made, but never came closer to him than 20 paces or so. The rut should be gone now, but I thought it was interesting that these two bucks were already hanging out together.
Anyway.. back to the pigs.
After a pretty tough climb (or three) to get back to my ridge, I stopped to get my breath and sat down to glass. From my spot I could see the big opening by the road near Twin Oaks, and right there in the open three hogs were milling around. In another open patch of ground, two more hogs were rooting up the soft dirt. I looked at my watch... almost 1000. I couldn't believe it.
I started working my way back down, then decided to get the truck, go up the cabin and grab some lunch, then relocate and continue the hunt. I figured I'd only be out of the woods for a half hour. That turned into an hour and a half as folks came in and shared stories of our morning hunts. When I got back out, the weather was turning nasty again, with spitting rain and wind that gradually increased to near-gale force. I decided to work my way around the 80 acre field up to the swamp and see what was happening there. Fresh sign was everywhere, but with the storm blowing cold rain hard enough to sting my face, I knew there wasn't much hope of seeing pigs in this open ground.
Back at the cabin after dark, the storm really started to rage. We discussed it, then decided that with this kind of weather it would be no point hunting in the morning. Cards and strong spirits came out, and the hours of the night were wiled away. At some point, I must have gone to bed. The wind was roaring overhead, and the rain was pelting the roof of the cabin like someone aiming a firehose at us.
Sometime in the dark, I heard the crash of a pot on the stove, then saw the harsh glare of a gas lamp through my aching eyelids. I rolled over and looked at my watch. 0500. Dangit! I sat up to see Rancho Loco brewing coffee (or that stuff he calls "coffee"), and WTPops was lacing up his boots. I was pretty dazed, but it dawned on me that I no longer heard the roaring wind or driving rain. In fact, it sounded dead quiet outside. I looked out and saw that it was drizzling steadily, but the worst of it seemed to be over.
I had to go hunting.
Painfully, slowly, I gathered my gear. I decided that I'd go back down to the 80 acre field, and work my way around the fenceline to meet up with Rancho over close to the Quonset hut. I knocked back a cup of black poison in a coffee cup, and grabbed a Red Bull out of my cooler for an extra shot of caffeine. I got to my parking spot, but it was still too dark so I reclined the seat and rested my eyes.
When I got moving, it was still very dim light, but I had a pretty good walk ahead of me so off I went. I dropped down the road and just before the gate to the field I spotted something out of place. I didn't remember seeing that big black rock there by the gate last night. Then the rock moved.
I was dead out in the open on the road, as I hadn't expected to get onto hogs this soon. However, I had a good wind and the pig had his head half buried in the dirt and mud. So I slow walked closer... nearing to 15 yards. At this point, I made my first critical mistake. That pig should have been dead. 15 yards, broadside, head down oblivious. But it was still a little dark, especially in this spot under the trees, and I couldn't really see an aiming spot. All I had was big, black pig. So instead of taking the shot I hesitated.
Then I spotted another hog coming down the hill to join the first. Two more hogs appeared, all rooting along the ground and oblivious to me. However, I was out in the open with no cover. One of the hogs was going to pass within 10 yards of me, so I turned slightly and raised my bow. That was too much. They didn't so much bolt as just started trotting away. The last pig was a little slower, so I raised and picked a spot a little ahead, and released my arrow.
The shot looked good, but I had turned into the wind and rain, and it started my eyes watering. I didn't see where the arrow actually went. The hog didn't squeal or grunt, nor did he buck or kick. He just took off like a bat out of hell. I was half-sure I'd missed, but in replay it seemed to have been a good shot. When I got to the spot where he'd been, I started looking for any sign. There was no blood, but there was also no sign of my arrow. I followed the trail they'd run off on, in hopes of finding some evidence of a hit. I could see where their hooves had turned the dirt, and where they crossed the road. At the edge of the thicket, I decided to back off. I was pretty sure that I'd missed, but if it was hit, I didn't want to push. I dragged my heels on the road where I'd marked their crossing, and decided to come back. At least I wanted to find my arrow.
I went on down into the 80 acre field, scanning the acres of fresh rooting in hopes of spotting more hogs. The rain was increasing, but the wind hadn't picked up too bad, so I felt confident that they'd be out. Sure enough, under an oak tree I caught the movement of several black bodies. I slipped across the open field until I got into some spindly little branches. It wasn't much cover, but it was enough to get me to 25 yards (lasered). The hogs were all bunched together at first, and having a root-fest! Dirt was flying into the air and the grunting sounded absolutely ecstatic. These were happy hogs. Little did they know that death lurked in the bushes a little more than a score of yards away.
Finally the bunch spread out enough, and a nice 150+ hog started to move away from the bunch. In a couple of steps he would be 20 yards from me and broadside. I readied myself for the shot, but then he changed his mind and went back to root with the others. I changed my focus to the huge sow that seemed to be leading the group. She was standing in a hole, but her whole body was exposed. I picked a spot behind her shoulder, drew and released. The arrow flew true, right at her... then suddenly took a hard left turn!
The arrow buried itself in the ripped up duff (never to be seen again... dangit!), and the hogs were gone like black, furry shots. I stood in shock. What the hell had deflected my arrow? I didn't see any branches hanging down. Did the sow have a force shield?
Further investigation showed me a wispy little sapling about halfway between me and the pigs. In the rain and mist I didn't even see it there.
Ticked off at myself, and frustrated (and probably still a bit hungover), I went ahead and made the long walk around to the swamp, then up into the woods behind Chopper's house. However, I had forgotten my radio back at the truck, and I didn't want to walk all the way around to the quonset hut anyway at this point. The wind and rain had returned, and I was miserable, so I turned around and worked my way back to the truck. On the way, I stopped to check again for sign from my first shot. I retraced the trail, and found no blood. However, with that rain, I had no doubt that it would be washed into the ground. I went back to where they'd crossed the road and saw just how much it had rained... the deep tracks and the big X I'd marked with my boot were completely smoothed away. After poking into the thick brush where they'd disappeared, and following several fresh trails in a pretty big radius, I still found no indication of a hit. After replaying the shot in my head, I believe I may have shot a little high. That arrow was probably buried in the grass. But even now, I have an uneasy feeling about it.
I decided to go up to the radio tower and glass the 80 acre field from the comfort of my truck for a while. However, just as I pulled in the radio crackled some more. It was Rancho Loco who'd just hit his pig and was calling for Chopper to bring a tracking dog. I decided to roll over there and see if I could help.
A few hours later, covered in mud, chemise needles (leaves?), and pig shit (an amazing amount of sign in that spot... must have been 100 pigs living in there), I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the back of the truck, wrapped myself in a blanket and headed for the cabin. For the first time ever, I left Chopper's place while there was still shooting light left in the weekend.
And, of course, as we drove away the sun came out, the fog lifted, and the rain stopped.
It's a hell of a challenge to spend as much time as I have at Choppers, and sling as many arrows as I have there, and still remain an archery hog virgin. But it's a challenge I've accepted, and I have yet to be bested. I rock.
Like the guys have already said, the weather flexed between curse and godsend all weekend. The dry cold from last week had the hogs bedded up thick, and with the amount of acorns on the ground, they didn't have to move far for food. On Friday morning, I only spotted one hog, and that was at 600 yards, climbing a hillside and headed right toward Dom... it must have hung a left or something, because he never saw it.
The weather moved in Friday afternoon, which made the stalking much better. Unfortunately, the wind came in as well, and swirled constantly. I got on two BIG hogs right at dusk, and followed them for quite a ways up a ridge. They obviously had a destination in mind, because I could never catch them. Just at dark, I topped a rise and saw three round backs in the grass, about 40 yards away. I dropped down and crawled on my knees as the shooting light faded. Finally, figuring I must be within range, I rose up. Yep.. I put one heck of a stalk on three stone pigs. I chose not to shoot.
Got back to the truck and the radio was crackling. Somebody was dragging a big hog up the hill. That turned out to be RW.. and if he ever gets back on here, he can post up his tale.
The wind came up hard overnight, and Saturday looked doubtful. But early morning showed a slight misting drizzle and no wind. Nearly ran over two hogs on the way to my spot. Overnight, they had rooted a strip along the road probably 80 feet long and four feet wide. The wet ground was a magnet for them, and all day we found tons of fresh rooting.
I humped way up on a ridge at first light, only to glass down in the flats and see hogs right out in the open. After a half mile stalk (most of it was a half-run down the ridge), I got to within about 30 yards of a couple of 150 lbers. The boar was trying to mount the sow, but she wanted nothing to do with it. Finally they faced off, broadside. A little too much for my recurve, so I held off waiting for them to step over the rise. The wind was hard in my face, I had good cover, and they were totally unaware that I was there.
Then two things happened. First, a cow popped up to my left at about 10 yards. No idea where it came from, but it sure didn't like seeing me there. Then I felt that treacherous wind that had been in my face for all this time suddenly lifting the back of my hat. Like a couple of whirling dervishes, those hogs spun around and were gone.
I worked my way around the area, amazed at all the very recent activity, then started back up the ridge. Along the way I had an awesome encounter with a very mature buck and his little protege. I watched them for a good half hour, at ranges between 110 yards to less than 60 as they browsed their way up the saddle. The little spike followed every step the older buck made, but never came closer to him than 20 paces or so. The rut should be gone now, but I thought it was interesting that these two bucks were already hanging out together.
Anyway.. back to the pigs.
After a pretty tough climb (or three) to get back to my ridge, I stopped to get my breath and sat down to glass. From my spot I could see the big opening by the road near Twin Oaks, and right there in the open three hogs were milling around. In another open patch of ground, two more hogs were rooting up the soft dirt. I looked at my watch... almost 1000. I couldn't believe it.
I started working my way back down, then decided to get the truck, go up the cabin and grab some lunch, then relocate and continue the hunt. I figured I'd only be out of the woods for a half hour. That turned into an hour and a half as folks came in and shared stories of our morning hunts. When I got back out, the weather was turning nasty again, with spitting rain and wind that gradually increased to near-gale force. I decided to work my way around the 80 acre field up to the swamp and see what was happening there. Fresh sign was everywhere, but with the storm blowing cold rain hard enough to sting my face, I knew there wasn't much hope of seeing pigs in this open ground.
Back at the cabin after dark, the storm really started to rage. We discussed it, then decided that with this kind of weather it would be no point hunting in the morning. Cards and strong spirits came out, and the hours of the night were wiled away. At some point, I must have gone to bed. The wind was roaring overhead, and the rain was pelting the roof of the cabin like someone aiming a firehose at us.
Sometime in the dark, I heard the crash of a pot on the stove, then saw the harsh glare of a gas lamp through my aching eyelids. I rolled over and looked at my watch. 0500. Dangit! I sat up to see Rancho Loco brewing coffee (or that stuff he calls "coffee"), and WTPops was lacing up his boots. I was pretty dazed, but it dawned on me that I no longer heard the roaring wind or driving rain. In fact, it sounded dead quiet outside. I looked out and saw that it was drizzling steadily, but the worst of it seemed to be over.
I had to go hunting.
Painfully, slowly, I gathered my gear. I decided that I'd go back down to the 80 acre field, and work my way around the fenceline to meet up with Rancho over close to the Quonset hut. I knocked back a cup of black poison in a coffee cup, and grabbed a Red Bull out of my cooler for an extra shot of caffeine. I got to my parking spot, but it was still too dark so I reclined the seat and rested my eyes.
When I got moving, it was still very dim light, but I had a pretty good walk ahead of me so off I went. I dropped down the road and just before the gate to the field I spotted something out of place. I didn't remember seeing that big black rock there by the gate last night. Then the rock moved.
I was dead out in the open on the road, as I hadn't expected to get onto hogs this soon. However, I had a good wind and the pig had his head half buried in the dirt and mud. So I slow walked closer... nearing to 15 yards. At this point, I made my first critical mistake. That pig should have been dead. 15 yards, broadside, head down oblivious. But it was still a little dark, especially in this spot under the trees, and I couldn't really see an aiming spot. All I had was big, black pig. So instead of taking the shot I hesitated.
Then I spotted another hog coming down the hill to join the first. Two more hogs appeared, all rooting along the ground and oblivious to me. However, I was out in the open with no cover. One of the hogs was going to pass within 10 yards of me, so I turned slightly and raised my bow. That was too much. They didn't so much bolt as just started trotting away. The last pig was a little slower, so I raised and picked a spot a little ahead, and released my arrow.
The shot looked good, but I had turned into the wind and rain, and it started my eyes watering. I didn't see where the arrow actually went. The hog didn't squeal or grunt, nor did he buck or kick. He just took off like a bat out of hell. I was half-sure I'd missed, but in replay it seemed to have been a good shot. When I got to the spot where he'd been, I started looking for any sign. There was no blood, but there was also no sign of my arrow. I followed the trail they'd run off on, in hopes of finding some evidence of a hit. I could see where their hooves had turned the dirt, and where they crossed the road. At the edge of the thicket, I decided to back off. I was pretty sure that I'd missed, but if it was hit, I didn't want to push. I dragged my heels on the road where I'd marked their crossing, and decided to come back. At least I wanted to find my arrow.
I went on down into the 80 acre field, scanning the acres of fresh rooting in hopes of spotting more hogs. The rain was increasing, but the wind hadn't picked up too bad, so I felt confident that they'd be out. Sure enough, under an oak tree I caught the movement of several black bodies. I slipped across the open field until I got into some spindly little branches. It wasn't much cover, but it was enough to get me to 25 yards (lasered). The hogs were all bunched together at first, and having a root-fest! Dirt was flying into the air and the grunting sounded absolutely ecstatic. These were happy hogs. Little did they know that death lurked in the bushes a little more than a score of yards away.
Finally the bunch spread out enough, and a nice 150+ hog started to move away from the bunch. In a couple of steps he would be 20 yards from me and broadside. I readied myself for the shot, but then he changed his mind and went back to root with the others. I changed my focus to the huge sow that seemed to be leading the group. She was standing in a hole, but her whole body was exposed. I picked a spot behind her shoulder, drew and released. The arrow flew true, right at her... then suddenly took a hard left turn!
The arrow buried itself in the ripped up duff (never to be seen again... dangit!), and the hogs were gone like black, furry shots. I stood in shock. What the hell had deflected my arrow? I didn't see any branches hanging down. Did the sow have a force shield?
Further investigation showed me a wispy little sapling about halfway between me and the pigs. In the rain and mist I didn't even see it there.
Ticked off at myself, and frustrated (and probably still a bit hungover), I went ahead and made the long walk around to the swamp, then up into the woods behind Chopper's house. However, I had forgotten my radio back at the truck, and I didn't want to walk all the way around to the quonset hut anyway at this point. The wind and rain had returned, and I was miserable, so I turned around and worked my way back to the truck. On the way, I stopped to check again for sign from my first shot. I retraced the trail, and found no blood. However, with that rain, I had no doubt that it would be washed into the ground. I went back to where they'd crossed the road and saw just how much it had rained... the deep tracks and the big X I'd marked with my boot were completely smoothed away. After poking into the thick brush where they'd disappeared, and following several fresh trails in a pretty big radius, I still found no indication of a hit. After replaying the shot in my head, I believe I may have shot a little high. That arrow was probably buried in the grass. But even now, I have an uneasy feeling about it.
I decided to go up to the radio tower and glass the 80 acre field from the comfort of my truck for a while. However, just as I pulled in the radio crackled some more. It was Rancho Loco who'd just hit his pig and was calling for Chopper to bring a tracking dog. I decided to roll over there and see if I could help.
A few hours later, covered in mud, chemise needles (leaves?), and pig shit (an amazing amount of sign in that spot... must have been 100 pigs living in there), I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the back of the truck, wrapped myself in a blanket and headed for the cabin. For the first time ever, I left Chopper's place while there was still shooting light left in the weekend.
And, of course, as we drove away the sun came out, the fog lifted, and the rain stopped.
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wtpops, madreagan and speck,
Nice stories of your adventures.
I was driving in the pouring rain in the freeways Saturday afternoon and I just thought of a great adventure you all are having.
There is always next time.
Nice stories of your adventures.
I was driving in the pouring rain in the freeways Saturday afternoon and I just thought of a great adventure you all are having.
There is always next time.
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Good stories, the weather just makes it more interesting and memorable.
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Speck,
If this is any consolation, I'll take your adventure anytime against an near approximate first-day first-hour kill.
I'm sounding masochist here, but your story is my idea of a successful hunt.
If this is any consolation, I'll take your adventure anytime against an near approximate first-day first-hour kill.
I'm sounding masochist here, but your story is my idea of a successful hunt.
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first i would like to say is thankyou for the invite Rancho to hunt wild pigs at Choppers, i am so glade i got to hunt with a great group of guys from our JHO forum who have the passion for archery and bowhunting
and eating some darn good food
that everybody brought!
Chopper it was a privlage to hunt on your property
and worth every dollar i spent! it is prime habitate for Blacktail, grouse, quail, lots of turkeys and prime Wild Pig Country! if you love walking and stalking wild animals then you will love hunting on Chopper's, the view was very scenic they have old trails that run all over the rolling knowls and hill sides you can get real absorbed in when hunting, you dont want to stop walking and stalking its so exciteing and great place to get around on a Quad like Madreagen had . the lodge was the best a very nice set up with nice kitchen, rooms and beds and showers and a great view!
Chopper is a great host and will show you some nice spots to hunt. thursday night our first hunt Me and Madreagan headed out together hunting on a hill with nothing but solid pig cover that had cuts runnin down the sides of the hill with pig trails crawling all over the place, Dom headed down one trail i headed down another with bow loaded and the release on the string loop i am ready for action and it was exciteing i didn't know were i was going or were i would end up but i didn't care its the coolest place to walk and stalk! if i got lost they could have Trixy find me, i hope, you could end up any were on 4000 acers! we did carry 2 ways.
when i reached the bottom of the hill i found some very fresh large pig crap, good sign so i wanted the experts opinion later when i got back to the lodge so i whip out a ziplock and put the whole toilet clooger
in it to bring back to camp after the hunt
. i found a huge oak tree to post under and waited to see if any pigs would show up, no luck and it was about to get dark so i pulled out my predatore call to see if i could call a coyote in, i hit it hard a couple of times and waited but nothing happend, so i had to start moveing it was getting dark i did not know were i was and i had lost Madreagen. as i walked about a 100 ft. an realized i left my bow sling were i was just at i ran back and there was a Bobcat right were i was sitting and calling from and i hoped he didn't pee on my bowsling! he just looked at me and walked off slowly he was within a 30 yrd. bowshot but no bobcat tag, figures! i found the road and started heading uphill, i had to put on the head lamp it was dark and creepy
a coyote crossed my path but it was too dark to shoot. 20 min. later i find myself at the pig pond were Choppers has his gametrail cameras, oh by the way Chopper if you find a photo of a hunter in camo smileing giving the peace sign it wasnt me
. i then found Dom or he found me i was happy and we headed back to the lodge to share our storys and eat some great food! that was just our first hunt out of the 4 days and it was so cool! i could not wait for the next day to hunt!
morning we were out before sunset Dom took the quad and i followed in my 4x4 we were going to work the same area were there was a lot of good sign. I was just a few minutes behind Dom and i was trying to catch up with him barely 5 min. into the walk and a 150 ft past the quad i catch something big and black coming down the side of hill ready to cross my path it was a wild hog and he saw me at the same time i saw him and stopped in his tracks and there was a big pine tree between him and me, no problem my bow was loaded and ready i hooked up the release and creeped very slowly around the thick branch cover to get a surprize shot on him, all i could see is his big black butt threw the branches as i stepped out around the corner of the tree for the shot i realized it wasnt his butt it was all head and shoulders it was a true trophy full grown wild russin black boar stareing at me only 30 yards away with his beedy black eyes and snout i was so busted, he looked at me and gave one loud snort did a 360 spin job and was out of there and i am glade because if he charged me i would have had no chance he had to be close to 300 lbs with nice tusk! it was my first wild boar encounter and i will never forget it! had a great morning hunt. the afternoon hunt was good and then the rain started headed back to the lodge for some good fun and rest. we get the good word that Rwlittle slams a hog, good job Ron! well saturday was a rainy day butt that didnt stop us from getting out there that morning, Me and Rancho and Speck were up early and out to hunt in rain or sunshine it was hunting time
. i started in one spot and walked and stalked for over 4 hrs covering some good ground , there was all kinds of pig sign just no action yet. i dont have a clue agian where i am at. i find my self lost agian and i start thinking about that poor guy that just died in the Oregon Wilderness, you could end up anywhere on 4000 acers,
but i used my expieriance in hunting and navigational skills and hoped that common sense will help me find my way back. as i am walking down the trail i here someone say nick is that you and i look up un the side of the hill and theres Rancho Loco with bow in hand
asking me were i was going and i told him i didnt even now where i was and i just wanted to get back to my 4x4, so he gives me some directions and on my way then 15 minutes later I run into Madreagen and he busted some pigs that were rooting and took a shot but did not connect so he he kept hunting i was headed back to the truck and then Speck drives up, well after 4 hrs of walking i find the hot spot with 3 other JHO members? i think someone was holding out on me, the next time i am going to follow them and save 3 1/2 hrs.
anyways i had a great day of hunting and covered some miles of fantastic terrain.
I really enjoyed it at night back at the lodge, we had the best food and Rancho's jambalaya was great
, Specks habbenaro avacado dip, all i can say is WOW
and the pheasant was great
too! Wtpops the chili was great
, Madreagen the fish
was yummy i loved it
, Ron and Ron your food was great too
oh yeh and Rancho's cookies! there was nothing short of drinks
and the next group of guys going up theres going to be a huge bottle jack to keep you warm enjoy! there was some good poker playing going on while watching hog hunting videos on the big screen with a good fire going and great conversation.
well sunday the last day it was raining hard but that didnt stop us, at the crack of dawn i found myself out in the harsh rain hunting hard with bow loaded in one hand and the rangefinder in the other with the sightlight on i was stalking step by step for hrs givining it my best and finale shot but nothing was moving in my area so around 1:00 it was time to throw in the towl and call it a hunt. they had told me on the 2-way that Rancho had shot a hog and him and Speck and Chopper were trying to find it, so i would wait back at the lodge. as i am packing up my truck Speckmisser pulls up in his truck and jumps out HALF NAKED
with barely something wraped around his butt, i wish i had a camera in my hand! he said he crawled threw some nasty stuff to try and retrieve Ranchos hog, Rancho owes him one now
.
well all that was left at the lodge was me Rancho and Speck, Chopper and his lovely wife and Trixi(the dog) as we packed up our gear and were saying our goodbyes, i was deeply saddend to have to leave such a great place,
WILD HOGS ADVENTURES is a little peace of heaven and a great place to hunt wild pigs. even though i was not successful in a wild hog bowkill, pigs are everywere on Choppers place and i am just learning the lay of the land and there are just to many good spots to choose from so i look forward to going back time after time agian to enjoy some of the best wild hog hunting i ever had!
Rancho i am so glad you invited me buddy thanks!
i also want to say Wtpops thank you for sharing your passion for wild pig hunting with me i am now addicted and have alot of respect for hunting wild hogs they are a very worthy game animal to hunt!
i had the best time hunting
and lodging
with all my fellow JHO members who are all true bowhunters who have a great passion for hunting, i cant wait to do it agian guys! and for anyone who has never done a wild pig hunt at Choppers, well you dont know what you are missing!.......................................................TRA
Chopper it was a privlage to hunt on your property
Chopper is a great host and will show you some nice spots to hunt. thursday night our first hunt Me and Madreagan headed out together hunting on a hill with nothing but solid pig cover that had cuts runnin down the sides of the hill with pig trails crawling all over the place, Dom headed down one trail i headed down another with bow loaded and the release on the string loop i am ready for action and it was exciteing i didn't know were i was going or were i would end up but i didn't care its the coolest place to walk and stalk! if i got lost they could have Trixy find me, i hope, you could end up any were on 4000 acers! we did carry 2 ways.
when i reached the bottom of the hill i found some very fresh large pig crap, good sign so i wanted the experts opinion later when i got back to the lodge so i whip out a ziplock and put the whole toilet clooger
morning we were out before sunset Dom took the quad and i followed in my 4x4 we were going to work the same area were there was a lot of good sign. I was just a few minutes behind Dom and i was trying to catch up with him barely 5 min. into the walk and a 150 ft past the quad i catch something big and black coming down the side of hill ready to cross my path it was a wild hog and he saw me at the same time i saw him and stopped in his tracks and there was a big pine tree between him and me, no problem my bow was loaded and ready i hooked up the release and creeped very slowly around the thick branch cover to get a surprize shot on him, all i could see is his big black butt threw the branches as i stepped out around the corner of the tree for the shot i realized it wasnt his butt it was all head and shoulders it was a true trophy full grown wild russin black boar stareing at me only 30 yards away with his beedy black eyes and snout i was so busted, he looked at me and gave one loud snort did a 360 spin job and was out of there and i am glade because if he charged me i would have had no chance he had to be close to 300 lbs with nice tusk! it was my first wild boar encounter and i will never forget it! had a great morning hunt. the afternoon hunt was good and then the rain started headed back to the lodge for some good fun and rest. we get the good word that Rwlittle slams a hog, good job Ron! well saturday was a rainy day butt that didnt stop us from getting out there that morning, Me and Rancho and Speck were up early and out to hunt in rain or sunshine it was hunting time
I really enjoyed it at night back at the lodge, we had the best food and Rancho's jambalaya was great
well sunday the last day it was raining hard but that didnt stop us, at the crack of dawn i found myself out in the harsh rain hunting hard with bow loaded in one hand and the rangefinder in the other with the sightlight on i was stalking step by step for hrs givining it my best and finale shot but nothing was moving in my area so around 1:00 it was time to throw in the towl and call it a hunt. they had told me on the 2-way that Rancho had shot a hog and him and Speck and Chopper were trying to find it, so i would wait back at the lodge. as i am packing up my truck Speckmisser pulls up in his truck and jumps out HALF NAKED
well all that was left at the lodge was me Rancho and Speck, Chopper and his lovely wife and Trixi(the dog) as we packed up our gear and were saying our goodbyes, i was deeply saddend to have to leave such a great place,
Rancho i am so glad you invited me buddy thanks!
i also want to say Wtpops thank you for sharing your passion for wild pig hunting with me i am now addicted and have alot of respect for hunting wild hogs they are a very worthy game animal to hunt!
i had the best time hunting
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Good times Good times,
!
Speck there's part of me that doesn't want you to get a hog with the stick
, it's a tradition. But there's always next time Speck!
"it was about to get dark so i pulled out my predatore call to see if i could call a coyote in, i hit it hard a couple of times and waited but nothing happend, so i had to start moveing it was getting dark i did not know were i was"
Roman Archer becareful
Speck there's part of me that doesn't want you to get a hog with the stick
"it was about to get dark so i pulled out my predatore call to see if i could call a coyote in, i hit it hard a couple of times and waited but nothing happend, so i had to start moveing it was getting dark i did not know were i was"
Roman Archer becareful
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Gentlemen, I am very sorry to have missed this hunt. I was way too sick to go. I still have a lingering cough and congestion. I was on bedrest up until Tuesday, with Wednesday of the Thursday morning hunt my first day out and about! That sh*t Totally brutalized me!!!! The drive alone probably would have KILLED ME, and then going from warm cabin to cold air to warm truck to cold air and hiking all over the place...
There'd be a helicopter needed to get me off that mountain!
Well, Speck, I have to admit, it does make for more of an interesting story when you don't get a hog. Your own self-demeaning attitude is just... so... funny... I kinda hope you don't get one either. That said... I'd send a $ or two to get another "I suck" story out of you
As to the others... way to hit it hard regardless of how bad the weather is!!!!
Jesse
There'd be a helicopter needed to get me off that mountain!
Well, Speck, I have to admit, it does make for more of an interesting story when you don't get a hog. Your own self-demeaning attitude is just... so... funny... I kinda hope you don't get one either. That said... I'd send a $ or two to get another "I suck" story out of you
As to the others... way to hit it hard regardless of how bad the weather is!!!!
Jesse
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Mike... I'm jammed through the holidays, but would love to hook up afterward. The contract project I'm on right now will run through February, but I think things are gonna start slowing down in January. Gotta do something before I retire the bow and stick with the firearms.
Just kidding... despite the occasional frustration, hunting hogs with the recurve is a rush. Sooner or later, it'll all start coming together.
OZ, you were missed. Glad to hear you're feeling somewhat better. I know it was a hard choice, but it sounds like the right one.
I like the way you think, Chopper!
Mike... I'm jammed through the holidays, but would love to hook up afterward. The contract project I'm on right now will run through February, but I think things are gonna start slowing down in January. Gotta do something before I retire the bow and stick with the firearms.
Just kidding... despite the occasional frustration, hunting hogs with the recurve is a rush. Sooner or later, it'll all start coming together.
OZ, you were missed. Glad to hear you're feeling somewhat better. I know it was a hard choice, but it sounds like the right one.
