Arrowslinger
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Well, after having a sit down discussion with myself and realizing i suck shooting a rifle, i knew it was time to pick the bow back up and see if ol' Hank and myself could track down a few hogs. We hit DP Canyon early, leaving the house at 2:30am, and getting there just before first light. There was a heavy frost, so i set off by myself, with Hank left to guard the truck.
The morning hunt was pretty good and i got close on two groups of hogs, 55 yards on a decent boar that had a slight limp. I really thought about running after the hog and seeing if could bay him up, but figure that'd be pretty stupid with my bow. (remember the 'stupid' part for later in the story)
It was nearing noon and i'd seen roughly a dozen or so hogs, so i decided to head for higher ground and see if could find any mid-day feeders out. The first hill had a commanding view of the area and it took only a few minutes to find a large group of hogs feeding on a long ridge line. To hike there, it'd of taken close to an hour, so jumping in the truck and 20 minutes later, Hank and myself were on the same ridge.
There was an old logging road that ran down the spine of the ridge and nearing the area where i hoped the hogs would still be, i counted roughly a dozen of'em. Two hogs were on the left side of the spine and 10 on the right, with a very large boar breeding the sows and creating havoc with the smaller boars. The wind was blowing right to left, so i figured i'd ease off the spine, go left in the timber and try to kill one of the two hogs on the left side, then bump over the top and shoot the boar......well, in my mind that's what i was wanting to do.
The morning hunt was pretty good and i got close on two groups of hogs, 55 yards on a decent boar that had a slight limp. I really thought about running after the hog and seeing if could bay him up, but figure that'd be pretty stupid with my bow. (remember the 'stupid' part for later in the story)
It was nearing noon and i'd seen roughly a dozen or so hogs, so i decided to head for higher ground and see if could find any mid-day feeders out. The first hill had a commanding view of the area and it took only a few minutes to find a large group of hogs feeding on a long ridge line. To hike there, it'd of taken close to an hour, so jumping in the truck and 20 minutes later, Hank and myself were on the same ridge.
There was an old logging road that ran down the spine of the ridge and nearing the area where i hoped the hogs would still be, i counted roughly a dozen of'em. Two hogs were on the left side of the spine and 10 on the right, with a very large boar breeding the sows and creating havoc with the smaller boars. The wind was blowing right to left, so i figured i'd ease off the spine, go left in the timber and try to kill one of the two hogs on the left side, then bump over the top and shoot the boar......well, in my mind that's what i was wanting to do.
