I just returned to work in Santa Maria from a morning hunt in Parkfield. It's 12:15PM and heres the short story. I called a guide I had hunted with before, Roger Miller out of Parkfield yesterday, Thursday morning and asked if I could come up and finish an earlier hunt. He said come on up. I love those spur of the moment kinda hunts. It's difficult for me to make plans so I just go usually when I can, and so far, Miller Bros have accomodated me with no problems. Anyways, I got to his place at 3:30 and we promptly got into his beat up old 68' Bronco and took off for the high country. He had spotted some signs earlier the day before and we drove around for quite a bit no expecting to really see anyting until closer to dark. Just around 5:30 we parked the Bronco and walked up a clearing, and old road that isnt used anymore. It had tons of brush and oak/manzanita trees. Kinda forested almost. We saw lots of sign. After about 20 minutes walking up hill...(whew) we smelled pig. We tip toed further making absolutley no noise at all with wind in our face and I noticed movement 20 feet to my left. Sure enough, a large pregnant sow was rooting and did not even see us! I froze and tapped Roger on the shoulder, he froze and we stared. Roger pointed out that there was another pig in the brush next to it, I strained my eyes and saw it too. It was a 150lb boar. It walked right close to us, 20 feet at the most and looked up and froze staring at us. With no exageration, at least 30 seconds went by him staring at us not knowing what the hell we were. I told Roger I wanted to hold out, he said no problem. So after a few more seconds, it snorted and bolted in the opposite direction. He mentioned to me that as far as he was concerned, what we just experienced did not happen that often and it was 90% of hunting. the other 10% being killing it. It was some experience I have never had the pleasure of having before, being so close and not being discovered. Anyways...we continued on a bit and then worked our way back to the 4x4. It was starting to get dark. We drove to a large pasture area and sure enough about 200 yards out was a lone boar. He had white on black on one side, black on the other. He looked farm pig on one side, wild boar on the other. What a trip. I tried to set up, it was now almost too dark, and I just didnt want to chance losing a wounded pig in the dark, and by the time I decided not to shoot, it smelled us at 200 yards! and bolted. That day ended like that. I checked into the Parkfield Inn, ate dinner and crashed. Got up early next day, and a different guide, Joe took me straight to a totally different area. It was a wide open area near Turkey flats that had acres of wide open grazing kind of area. Pig crossed it fairly regularly and Joe said if we didnt see anyting by 6:30am, we would leave to another area. After just 10 minutes of setting up (it was 6AM) I was glassing to my left and about 500 yards off saw 4-5 pigs start to decend down the hill into this open area. It is here that they leave the low land and head for the bedding grounds for the day after feeding all night or early morning. We watched them for about 2-3 minutes and saw there was a total of 12 hogs in the herd. He said we would have to drive to them and when he started the engine that they would run like hell and sure enough, they did. He closed the gap, and they had a long run to make before they got to brush and higher ground. We got to within 200 yards and he said that I had better get ready. He stopped and said, get out and take your shot, that they were about to disappear up this ridge into heavy brush. Two of the twelve started to make a turn away from the others and both of them were large boars. In fact, there were no piglets in this group, every pig was at least 150lbs. The boars were ass to me running at full trot up and away from us. I said all I had was Ass in my scope. He said if I wanted one of them I had better take the shot. I did and I hit him in the ass and the bullet (Winchester Fail-Safe) traveled thru him and out his throat. He stumbled, and stopped while the others ran away and he turned slightly broadside and was going to make a run to some small brushy area when I took another shot broadside and hit him right in the boiler room. He dropped and rolled down about 40 feet and was dead. We drove up to him as far as we could and he turned out to be a nice 240lb boar. He was nice size, but his tusks were not that big. Anyways...he was very clean and his gut was full of Barley. Hmmm...said my guide. Someone must be baiting fields. By the way, I killed it about 50 feet from someone elses ranch. Whew! Just in time. Had he of made it over the fence my guide said, I could not have taken the shot. Luck. Hey, I said I would give you the short version. Sorry, This is the long one. Pictures will follow as soon as my wife who knows how to download them will do so for me. Over the weekend. That's my story.