My buddy and I decided to try our luck on an area known to hold hogs. Well the first morning we didn't see much except about half dozen coyotes. During the day I decided to walk by a creek to see if I could find any fresh signs. Eventually I came upon some tracks that looked to be about a day hold. I followed the tracks for about 300 yards which eventually lead to private property. I checked the fence line and sure enough pig hair was stuck between the barbs.
I decided to come back in the evening and sit at a high vantage point hoping to catch something crossing over to my side. At about 3:30 I was glassing the area and hunger struck me out of no where, so I decided to have some snacks. I was about half way through my cliff bar when I looked back down the canyon and noticed a bush that I hadn't noticed before. I quickly through up my binos and sure enough it was a hog. I have no idea where this hog came from but I was glad it was on my side. I ranged him at 237 yards, lay down my pack in front of me, put the cross hairs right behind the shoulder, and slowly squeezed the trigger.
I thought I missed since the pig took off running without a glitch. He was near a raven so I couldn't see which way he had done. I hiked down and to my surprise he only ran about 20 yards. He is an old pig with a lot of battle wounds.
As you will see from the pictures, I decided not to keep the meat. He had an old injury that was filled with green puss (look at the size of his rear knee). I could not describe how bad it smelled, both my buddy and I got gag reflexes. The injury caused him to lift his leg as he moved which eventually caused the cleft foot. In addition he had a tumor in his abdomen the size of a football.
I decided to come back in the evening and sit at a high vantage point hoping to catch something crossing over to my side. At about 3:30 I was glassing the area and hunger struck me out of no where, so I decided to have some snacks. I was about half way through my cliff bar when I looked back down the canyon and noticed a bush that I hadn't noticed before. I quickly through up my binos and sure enough it was a hog. I have no idea where this hog came from but I was glad it was on my side. I ranged him at 237 yards, lay down my pack in front of me, put the cross hairs right behind the shoulder, and slowly squeezed the trigger.
I thought I missed since the pig took off running without a glitch. He was near a raven so I couldn't see which way he had done. I hiked down and to my surprise he only ran about 20 yards. He is an old pig with a lot of battle wounds.
As you will see from the pictures, I decided not to keep the meat. He had an old injury that was filled with green puss (look at the size of his rear knee). I could not describe how bad it smelled, both my buddy and I got gag reflexes. The injury caused him to lift his leg as he moved which eventually caused the cleft foot. In addition he had a tumor in his abdomen the size of a football.
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