malibumike
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I had the extreme pleasure of introducing hog hunting to the owner of the land I've been hunting for years. He has some prime property at Lake Naciemiento but is usually to busy to actually get away and hunt it. But this weekend he finally understood the greatness of the sport I had been encouraging him to participate in for years. 1 hour into a hunt with rain coming down boots full of mud, and brand new rifle in hand, he stopped and said to me " You know, this is way better than I though. I feel alert and alive. All my senses are being pushed to their max. This is just like surfing for me. I'm completey focused and don't have a worry in the world. ."
I knew what he was talking about as we have been surfing together for years. And it's true. Both will wash away lifes problems and challenges.
I had been planning this hunt for weeks. I gave home a list of things to buy fronm Cabelas so he'd be prepared. Price didn't matter so the list was full of the good stuff we all wosh we could have. New optics, Daner boots,gortex camo, back pack,knives,face masks for turkey, decoys,etc. In the midst of the rain he was having fun because he was comfortable, warm, and dry. Had he had lame big 5 hiking shoes and some low budge camo pants, he would have been soaked and probably turned off to the exploring we had to do.
Quick report about the hunt. We had permission to hunt the neighbors property where pigs were consistently seen. We started with turkey on Friday morning and could not get a response. The owner drove by and said he had just seen thrity hogs around the corner. We hauled but over to a draw and came up with a plan based on wind direction. Coming along a steep hil we spotted our first hog not 50 feet in front of us. He wanted to take it but we couldn't asses what was behind it so we passed in the shot and watched it for a while. It was kind of a ridgeline shot and knew the owner was on a tractor about 700 yards away. The pig was oblivious to us. The wind swirled and it got wind of us and ran into the nearby chapparell where a few more hogs ran out. We walked a few hundred yards more and down in the draw spotted a nice sow rooting around. It was a 50 yard downward shot with all the time in the world. He went to fire and click! nothing.! The hog looked directly at us I knew it was going to split. He had either forgot to chamber a round or had a jam or misfire. He told me to take the shot and I did sending a 150 grain .270 round above the shoulder. The thing took off like I missed so I let another one fly as it ran away at 100 yards. Dang! It keeped going. We went up the canyon in the direction of the hogs and there it was. A nice 125 sow with one shot above the shoulder through the lungs and another in the ribs.
Later that day a guest had arrived and we did it again in the same location. We scouted around in the rain and busted another herd with our buddy dropping another nice sow. 2 pigs in 6 hours. We were stoked
So it's dark now and where do you put a pig when you car is to nice? On the surf racks....Malibu surfer style!
The next day we scored the owner a nice tom but that story will be in the Turkey section tomorrow.
I knew what he was talking about as we have been surfing together for years. And it's true. Both will wash away lifes problems and challenges.
I had been planning this hunt for weeks. I gave home a list of things to buy fronm Cabelas so he'd be prepared. Price didn't matter so the list was full of the good stuff we all wosh we could have. New optics, Daner boots,gortex camo, back pack,knives,face masks for turkey, decoys,etc. In the midst of the rain he was having fun because he was comfortable, warm, and dry. Had he had lame big 5 hiking shoes and some low budge camo pants, he would have been soaked and probably turned off to the exploring we had to do.
Quick report about the hunt. We had permission to hunt the neighbors property where pigs were consistently seen. We started with turkey on Friday morning and could not get a response. The owner drove by and said he had just seen thrity hogs around the corner. We hauled but over to a draw and came up with a plan based on wind direction. Coming along a steep hil we spotted our first hog not 50 feet in front of us. He wanted to take it but we couldn't asses what was behind it so we passed in the shot and watched it for a while. It was kind of a ridgeline shot and knew the owner was on a tractor about 700 yards away. The pig was oblivious to us. The wind swirled and it got wind of us and ran into the nearby chapparell where a few more hogs ran out. We walked a few hundred yards more and down in the draw spotted a nice sow rooting around. It was a 50 yard downward shot with all the time in the world. He went to fire and click! nothing.! The hog looked directly at us I knew it was going to split. He had either forgot to chamber a round or had a jam or misfire. He told me to take the shot and I did sending a 150 grain .270 round above the shoulder. The thing took off like I missed so I let another one fly as it ran away at 100 yards. Dang! It keeped going. We went up the canyon in the direction of the hogs and there it was. A nice 125 sow with one shot above the shoulder through the lungs and another in the ribs.
Later that day a guest had arrived and we did it again in the same location. We scouted around in the rain and busted another herd with our buddy dropping another nice sow. 2 pigs in 6 hours. We were stoked
So it's dark now and where do you put a pig when you car is to nice? On the surf racks....Malibu surfer style!
The next day we scored the owner a nice tom but that story will be in the Turkey section tomorrow.
