myfriendis410
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So I went hunting.
My hunting partner was home helping his dog have puppies (chocolate lab) so I decided to get into an area that needed looking at. We usually see animals in there this time of year, and it's a good hunt with a bow; so off I went.
I hiked in to an old bunker and let the deer settle down, then doffed my pack and put on my face mask and gloves. The sun was down and I had a little puff of breeze in my face as I worked into the brush where I expected 'em to come out. Hogs are as lazy as people and will go through a hole in a fence rather than under it if possible. I took advantage of that little factoid and posted up where they ought to come out at an old gate opening. I wasn't there ten seconds when a big spotty (sow about 300 lbs.) came out and looked me full in the face at 20 yards. As I looked kinda like a big bush, I froze until she lost interest. She headed up the rise and was followed by five black hogs, two of which were boars; all good sized.
I slowly eased in behind 'em and followed 'em up the hill to where they were going to start rooting. I couldn't get any closer than about fifty yards, and that's too far for a big hog with a bow (IMO), so I waited until they topped out on the rise and just made a straight move up toward them. I had a bright sky at my back and was downhill from them, so I figured I was pretty good. The bigger of the two boars spotted me and moved off twenty feet or so and then put his head down to feed. I got to exactly 30 yards, waited until a sow cleared out from in front of him, settled my pin and let the arrow go. I was aiming for the pocket, he was quartering away pretty hard, and I hit about four inches right of where I was aiming--right through the neck; severing the carotid and jugular! (complete pass-through) He ran up into the iceplant about 30-40 yards, then stopped. I looked down at my "D" loop to nock another shaft and when I looked up, he was gone! Where'd he go? Well, come to find out he dropped right there. I found my arrow embedded in the hillside covered in blood, so I figured he was probably right up the hill where I last saw him.
I called a friend of mine who came out and after we gave him time to stiffen up, we followed the blood trail right to him. He went 147 lbs. gutted and cleaned up nicely--he'll eat good.
Very cool to have six big hogs all around you with nothing more than a bow in your hands. What a rush!!!!
My hunting partner was home helping his dog have puppies (chocolate lab) so I decided to get into an area that needed looking at. We usually see animals in there this time of year, and it's a good hunt with a bow; so off I went.
I hiked in to an old bunker and let the deer settle down, then doffed my pack and put on my face mask and gloves. The sun was down and I had a little puff of breeze in my face as I worked into the brush where I expected 'em to come out. Hogs are as lazy as people and will go through a hole in a fence rather than under it if possible. I took advantage of that little factoid and posted up where they ought to come out at an old gate opening. I wasn't there ten seconds when a big spotty (sow about 300 lbs.) came out and looked me full in the face at 20 yards. As I looked kinda like a big bush, I froze until she lost interest. She headed up the rise and was followed by five black hogs, two of which were boars; all good sized.
I slowly eased in behind 'em and followed 'em up the hill to where they were going to start rooting. I couldn't get any closer than about fifty yards, and that's too far for a big hog with a bow (IMO), so I waited until they topped out on the rise and just made a straight move up toward them. I had a bright sky at my back and was downhill from them, so I figured I was pretty good. The bigger of the two boars spotted me and moved off twenty feet or so and then put his head down to feed. I got to exactly 30 yards, waited until a sow cleared out from in front of him, settled my pin and let the arrow go. I was aiming for the pocket, he was quartering away pretty hard, and I hit about four inches right of where I was aiming--right through the neck; severing the carotid and jugular! (complete pass-through) He ran up into the iceplant about 30-40 yards, then stopped. I looked down at my "D" loop to nock another shaft and when I looked up, he was gone! Where'd he go? Well, come to find out he dropped right there. I found my arrow embedded in the hillside covered in blood, so I figured he was probably right up the hill where I last saw him.
I called a friend of mine who came out and after we gave him time to stiffen up, we followed the blood trail right to him. He went 147 lbs. gutted and cleaned up nicely--he'll eat good.
Very cool to have six big hogs all around you with nothing more than a bow in your hands. What a rush!!!!
