Nic Barca
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Last weekend I went out again on the Morita Camp trail out to the Wailuku River, about a three mile treck. Pig sign galore! I had set out with my heart set on getting a pig for the freezer, so this was great. Haven't got one in some time now, probably since me and Doc last went. On the way in I realized I had forgotten a vital piece of equipment, my compass. I would have to stick to the trail and close to the river, a plan I did not stick to in the long run. Then I got the bejeezes scared out of me when I walked up on some skinny black mass on the trail which turned out to be somebody's lost hunting dog. At first, she laid on her back belly up after causing my heart to skip a beat. She sat up giving me puppy dog eyes. "Hey little girl, are you lost?" I slowly go to put my hand on the top of her head but as soon as my hand gets to within biting distance, she weirded out and began growling at me. I slowly retreat my hand from in front of her face. Then for the next mile, she's running down the trail in front of me growling and barking. Every time she gets out of view, she waits for me and then barks at me some more. It was frustrating. Eventually I got in front and while eating lunch she came up behind me again on the trail. I yelled at her and that was the last I seen of her. …Stupid dog.
After I made it to the river, I walked up a couple hundred yards before going into the forest on the other side and after hiking up a long ways I came across the first animal of the day, a small cow feeding in the reeds. I figured at surely it would smell me soon because the air was moving slowly in that direction. It was a small cow but who can say a 400 pound animal is small? Eventually it did notice the smell, lifted its head for a moment and booked it, for some reason running in the upwind direction. Lesson learned: cows probably have a poor sense of smell. Within a minute, two more about the same size spooked about 30 yards to my right. I kept walking. Fresh pig sign was everywhere. Why am I not seeing any pigs????
An hour later, I felt I was probably reaching close to the pastures atop the forest reserve. I was wrong though because it turned out I was only about as high as me and doc walked that other time. But I was in a very open area and spotted two head of cattle feeding about 60 to 80 yards off. One looked humongous! The other was either a cow or younger bull. Fearing they might wind me, I decided to take the long shot. I aimed high and behind the shoulder fearing bone might stop the bullet as had happened with the 12 gauge. It was all freehand. BOOM! Nothing moved. The big bull just stood there for a moment. Then they both started stampeding in my direction. He stopped across the gully just 30 yards away. I aimed again for about the same place. BOOM! That time he spun around and booked it with the other following him. After 30 yards, he stopped and I heard some coughing. A minute later a crash was heart followed by more coughing and another crash. Then all was silent. Did I get him? Is he down or did he keep running? Where did I hit him? Did I miss the first shot?
When I did pick up the blood trail I found a sparse blood trail which didn't look like lung blood. I tracked him very slowly with the idea in my head that if he's just wounded, he might be dangerous and I had better spot him before he spots me. Funny thing though was that I didn't see him until he was 10 feet away lying dead on a slope behind a fallen log. And boy was he huge. I'm not going to lie to you all; a lot of meat was wasted. I could only pack out the weight equal to about one of his back legs. He looked to be over 1000 pounds and the horns ...well, the horns were something like a yard across. I tried whacking them off with the machete but that didn't work. So I figured I would blast one off for a souvenir and that's exactly what I did, I used a third bullet of the day to loosen a horn from the skull. After taking backstraps, what I could reach from the tenderloins and a couple chunks from the back leg, I was weighed down with at least 40 pounds of meat. I probably could have taken 20 pounds more but if I did, I might not be here writing this.
Remember how I was saying there were some huge tracks in there, some 6 or 7 inches wide? Well this was one of them. On the way out, I stepped on a log and had one of those falls where your right food slide left and kicks out your other leg. So I tried to do a jump like I usually do in order to recover in mid air much like a cat would. Well, in this case I was not a cat and didn't even dome close to landing on my feet. I basically came crashing down with my weight plus 50 pound more right onto my hip. I even tried to collect some of the weight on my right arm which was holding my gun but my momentum with the pack didn't allow that arm to do much good and I stuck the barrel about 4 inches into the mud. A moment later I banged my knee on something hard followed by cursing. Then it rained on me. I got out to the truck before it got dark. For the record, I have been sleeping on my left side ever since because my right is bruised (and hopefully only bruised) from the fall.
Here's the photos:
This first one is of the very very dense bush before you come to the dense bush which we consider "open forest." Visibility is about 15 feet here. This place is a more recent lava flow of a'a lava.
Here's my Rhinoceros. There's some big critters deep in the forests.
And another
This shows how bulky he was in the rump.
This is the outline cut and the first bullet I came across. I believe this to be the first shot. I dissected the lungs and found one shot was far back and high and had just caught the back tips of both lungs. The second bullet, I couldn't find. (?????) But the hole thought the center of his lungs was obvious. Perhaps it had struck a rib and was still in the chest cavity somewhere.
My butchering job.
And after I was done, I got curious as to where I had hit him, so after a half hour of trying, I was finally able to roll him over. It's a bit gory on the lower end. I was surprised how high his lungs were. The front shot went through the cartilage up top the shoulder blade and through the center of both lungs.
After I made it to the river, I walked up a couple hundred yards before going into the forest on the other side and after hiking up a long ways I came across the first animal of the day, a small cow feeding in the reeds. I figured at surely it would smell me soon because the air was moving slowly in that direction. It was a small cow but who can say a 400 pound animal is small? Eventually it did notice the smell, lifted its head for a moment and booked it, for some reason running in the upwind direction. Lesson learned: cows probably have a poor sense of smell. Within a minute, two more about the same size spooked about 30 yards to my right. I kept walking. Fresh pig sign was everywhere. Why am I not seeing any pigs????
An hour later, I felt I was probably reaching close to the pastures atop the forest reserve. I was wrong though because it turned out I was only about as high as me and doc walked that other time. But I was in a very open area and spotted two head of cattle feeding about 60 to 80 yards off. One looked humongous! The other was either a cow or younger bull. Fearing they might wind me, I decided to take the long shot. I aimed high and behind the shoulder fearing bone might stop the bullet as had happened with the 12 gauge. It was all freehand. BOOM! Nothing moved. The big bull just stood there for a moment. Then they both started stampeding in my direction. He stopped across the gully just 30 yards away. I aimed again for about the same place. BOOM! That time he spun around and booked it with the other following him. After 30 yards, he stopped and I heard some coughing. A minute later a crash was heart followed by more coughing and another crash. Then all was silent. Did I get him? Is he down or did he keep running? Where did I hit him? Did I miss the first shot?
When I did pick up the blood trail I found a sparse blood trail which didn't look like lung blood. I tracked him very slowly with the idea in my head that if he's just wounded, he might be dangerous and I had better spot him before he spots me. Funny thing though was that I didn't see him until he was 10 feet away lying dead on a slope behind a fallen log. And boy was he huge. I'm not going to lie to you all; a lot of meat was wasted. I could only pack out the weight equal to about one of his back legs. He looked to be over 1000 pounds and the horns ...well, the horns were something like a yard across. I tried whacking them off with the machete but that didn't work. So I figured I would blast one off for a souvenir and that's exactly what I did, I used a third bullet of the day to loosen a horn from the skull. After taking backstraps, what I could reach from the tenderloins and a couple chunks from the back leg, I was weighed down with at least 40 pounds of meat. I probably could have taken 20 pounds more but if I did, I might not be here writing this.
Remember how I was saying there were some huge tracks in there, some 6 or 7 inches wide? Well this was one of them. On the way out, I stepped on a log and had one of those falls where your right food slide left and kicks out your other leg. So I tried to do a jump like I usually do in order to recover in mid air much like a cat would. Well, in this case I was not a cat and didn't even dome close to landing on my feet. I basically came crashing down with my weight plus 50 pound more right onto my hip. I even tried to collect some of the weight on my right arm which was holding my gun but my momentum with the pack didn't allow that arm to do much good and I stuck the barrel about 4 inches into the mud. A moment later I banged my knee on something hard followed by cursing. Then it rained on me. I got out to the truck before it got dark. For the record, I have been sleeping on my left side ever since because my right is bruised (and hopefully only bruised) from the fall.
Here's the photos:
This first one is of the very very dense bush before you come to the dense bush which we consider "open forest." Visibility is about 15 feet here. This place is a more recent lava flow of a'a lava.
Here's my Rhinoceros. There's some big critters deep in the forests.
And another
This shows how bulky he was in the rump.
This is the outline cut and the first bullet I came across. I believe this to be the first shot. I dissected the lungs and found one shot was far back and high and had just caught the back tips of both lungs. The second bullet, I couldn't find. (?????) But the hole thought the center of his lungs was obvious. Perhaps it had struck a rib and was still in the chest cavity somewhere.
My butchering job.
And after I was done, I got curious as to where I had hit him, so after a half hour of trying, I was finally able to roll him over. It's a bit gory on the lower end. I was surprised how high his lungs were. The front shot went through the cartilage up top the shoulder blade and through the center of both lungs.