Day 3: it’s opening day of deer season. We had made plans to go to the coast and were suppose to meet some friends in town at 7:00 A.M. on the way down the canyon we look out in the pasture and lo and behold there stands mr. lucky. Unfortunately I had other plans so we watched him a bit and left for the coast.
The following Saturday I decide to get up early and go to where we seen mr. lucky. On my way through the brush I hear a hog grunting and can’t find his location so I took this pic about where he should have been hoping when I look at it later I’d be able to see an outline. No luck there.
I get up to where we seen mr. lucky and find out the reason he was there. He was feasting on an old dead coyote. This was all that was left.
I decided to walk the creek on my way back to the house. It wasn’t long and I hear a branch break across the brush. While standing there motionless I hear the distinct grunt of a hog on the other side of the brush. I tried to put the sneak on it but it’s impossible to be quiet walking through dead cottonwood leaves and all I find is where a hog was rooting up in the mud.
Day 4: Last Tuesday afternoon the wife and I decide to go down to the father in laws place. While there, the cattle came up out of the creek. A perfect time to check them out for any problems. I head back to the house to get some hay and find my bull in the yard. After some time of trying to coax him out into the other pasture I finally load up some hay and head back. On my way back down the canyon I look out into the lower pasture and see mr. lucky standing there in the brush by a stand I built 3 years ago but never used. I get to the father in laws and toss the hay, grab the wife and head back to get my bow. We stop where I seen mr. lucky to try and get a quick picture when the wife says there 3 hog’s not 1. Sure enough there’s 3 huge hog’s rooting around. Well I ended up spending too much time trying to get pictures that by the time we get home it’s starting to get dark. To make things worse the pic’s never came out. Tomorrow I plan on sitting in the stand and with a little luck mr. lucky and his friends will make a showing.
Day 5: I’m heading home after work anticipating the afternoons hunt and glance down to where we seen the hog’s the day before and see what appears to be a hog lying under a cottonwood. I get home, grab my binoculars and head back. Turns out to be a stump. All of a sudden I hear a hog grunting down in the brush. Back home I go, jump in the shower, grab my bow and head back. I make my way to the stand (which is covered in leaves and rat crap). I clean it up as best I can and sit to wait out the afternoon. About an hour and a half later I hear some rustling in the tree’s across from me. 15 minutes later this little boar comes walking past me in the creek. I have my camera and try to get a picture of him but I believe I’m the worse photographer there is and can’t get the dang camera to focus. I grab up my bow making enough noise to spook and army of hog’s and he freezes in the tulles quartering away from me. I draw, put the 20 yard pin in the middle of his ribs figuring the arrow passing through would hit vitals and release hearing a weird thwap as it connects and off he goes into the brush. I wait about 15 minutes and head over to where I shot to retrieve my arrow. Nothing. No arrow and no blood. I’m stumped. I have no doubt I hit the hog but there isn’t any evidence. I try to trail him through the brush in the direction he went and still can’t find any blood. By now it’s getting dark and not wanting to push him out of the country if he’s just wounded (not to mention crawling through thick brush after a pissed off hog with nothing but a bow I’d never be able to draw) I back out planning on coming back early in the morning and see if I can find him.
This morning the father in law shows up with a friend and we head out to find my hog. We get to where I shot the hog and the father in law takes 1 side of the creek and his buddy takes the other. I work my way down the middle in the brush and find him lying there dead around 100 yards from where I shot him. I made a bad shot and hit him in the hip. Now I’m bummed as I figure he’s gut shot and laying there all night probably spoiled. To my surprise I didn’t hit any guts and he’s pretty cool so the meat should be good eating. Anyways I head back and grab my quad, gut him out, skin him and he’s quartered and in the freezer. Guess the bet’s over speck. but mr. lucky and his 2 buddies are still out there. I told a few friends they could come up and get a hog. Maybe they’ll get mr. lucky. If so pics will fallow.
P.S. sorry about the big write up but can’t let speck be the only novelist.
The following Saturday I decide to get up early and go to where we seen mr. lucky. On my way through the brush I hear a hog grunting and can’t find his location so I took this pic about where he should have been hoping when I look at it later I’d be able to see an outline. No luck there.
I get up to where we seen mr. lucky and find out the reason he was there. He was feasting on an old dead coyote. This was all that was left.
I decided to walk the creek on my way back to the house. It wasn’t long and I hear a branch break across the brush. While standing there motionless I hear the distinct grunt of a hog on the other side of the brush. I tried to put the sneak on it but it’s impossible to be quiet walking through dead cottonwood leaves and all I find is where a hog was rooting up in the mud.
Day 4: Last Tuesday afternoon the wife and I decide to go down to the father in laws place. While there, the cattle came up out of the creek. A perfect time to check them out for any problems. I head back to the house to get some hay and find my bull in the yard. After some time of trying to coax him out into the other pasture I finally load up some hay and head back. On my way back down the canyon I look out into the lower pasture and see mr. lucky standing there in the brush by a stand I built 3 years ago but never used. I get to the father in laws and toss the hay, grab the wife and head back to get my bow. We stop where I seen mr. lucky to try and get a quick picture when the wife says there 3 hog’s not 1. Sure enough there’s 3 huge hog’s rooting around. Well I ended up spending too much time trying to get pictures that by the time we get home it’s starting to get dark. To make things worse the pic’s never came out. Tomorrow I plan on sitting in the stand and with a little luck mr. lucky and his friends will make a showing.
Day 5: I’m heading home after work anticipating the afternoons hunt and glance down to where we seen the hog’s the day before and see what appears to be a hog lying under a cottonwood. I get home, grab my binoculars and head back. Turns out to be a stump. All of a sudden I hear a hog grunting down in the brush. Back home I go, jump in the shower, grab my bow and head back. I make my way to the stand (which is covered in leaves and rat crap). I clean it up as best I can and sit to wait out the afternoon. About an hour and a half later I hear some rustling in the tree’s across from me. 15 minutes later this little boar comes walking past me in the creek. I have my camera and try to get a picture of him but I believe I’m the worse photographer there is and can’t get the dang camera to focus. I grab up my bow making enough noise to spook and army of hog’s and he freezes in the tulles quartering away from me. I draw, put the 20 yard pin in the middle of his ribs figuring the arrow passing through would hit vitals and release hearing a weird thwap as it connects and off he goes into the brush. I wait about 15 minutes and head over to where I shot to retrieve my arrow. Nothing. No arrow and no blood. I’m stumped. I have no doubt I hit the hog but there isn’t any evidence. I try to trail him through the brush in the direction he went and still can’t find any blood. By now it’s getting dark and not wanting to push him out of the country if he’s just wounded (not to mention crawling through thick brush after a pissed off hog with nothing but a bow I’d never be able to draw) I back out planning on coming back early in the morning and see if I can find him.
This morning the father in law shows up with a friend and we head out to find my hog. We get to where I shot the hog and the father in law takes 1 side of the creek and his buddy takes the other. I work my way down the middle in the brush and find him lying there dead around 100 yards from where I shot him. I made a bad shot and hit him in the hip. Now I’m bummed as I figure he’s gut shot and laying there all night probably spoiled. To my surprise I didn’t hit any guts and he’s pretty cool so the meat should be good eating. Anyways I head back and grab my quad, gut him out, skin him and he’s quartered and in the freezer. Guess the bet’s over speck. but mr. lucky and his 2 buddies are still out there. I told a few friends they could come up and get a hog. Maybe they’ll get mr. lucky. If so pics will fallow.
P.S. sorry about the big write up but can’t let speck be the only novelist.
