T F Coyote
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A friend invited me to hunt his 40-acre ranch near Parkfield, which gets nightly visits of pigs. He usually bow hunts them, but will also use a rifle. I just recently purchased a bow, and had not hunted with it yet. The plan was for me to hunt Wednesday evening with the bow, and if unsuccessful, to hunt Thursday evening with my rifle. Luckily, my rifle never needed to leave its case.
On Wednesday evening I sat in a treestand over a well-used game trail. There were does and fawns in the area all afternoon, but the pigs usually don't show up until dusk. After over an hour and a half of waiting, two pigs came walking up the trail. I drew when they were about 20 yards away, which caused them to stop suddenly. Just as my sight pin settled on the side of one, he turned to run and I released. The arrow entered just behind his ribs on his left side and protruded out from the right side of his neck, slicing his liver, heart and one lung on its way. He ran through some bushes (apparently breaking off the front third of the arrow) and dropped dead 30 yards away. The blood trail made it easy to find the approximately 150-pound boar, but I never found my broadhead.
As we field dressed the pig, I had trouble cutting through something hard near his windpipe. It was the last two thirds of my arrow, fully hidden in his body cavity. My friend carried the pig on his ATV back to the barn, where we skinned and rinsed the carcass. We kept it on ice in a large cooler until this morning, when I dropped it off at Brees' Meats (they previously did wonderful things with a deer I brought them). Thursday morning we checked the trail camera, and surprisingly, more pigs showed up on that trail, just 45 minutes later, while we were skinning my pig 150 yards away.
The first three pics are my pig, and the last is a group of about 30 pigs that crossed the road in front of us Thursday night.
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On Wednesday evening I sat in a treestand over a well-used game trail. There were does and fawns in the area all afternoon, but the pigs usually don't show up until dusk. After over an hour and a half of waiting, two pigs came walking up the trail. I drew when they were about 20 yards away, which caused them to stop suddenly. Just as my sight pin settled on the side of one, he turned to run and I released. The arrow entered just behind his ribs on his left side and protruded out from the right side of his neck, slicing his liver, heart and one lung on its way. He ran through some bushes (apparently breaking off the front third of the arrow) and dropped dead 30 yards away. The blood trail made it easy to find the approximately 150-pound boar, but I never found my broadhead.
As we field dressed the pig, I had trouble cutting through something hard near his windpipe. It was the last two thirds of my arrow, fully hidden in his body cavity. My friend carried the pig on his ATV back to the barn, where we skinned and rinsed the carcass. We kept it on ice in a large cooler until this morning, when I dropped it off at Brees' Meats (they previously did wonderful things with a deer I brought them). Thursday morning we checked the trail camera, and surprisingly, more pigs showed up on that trail, just 45 minutes later, while we were skinning my pig 150 yards away.
The first three pics are my pig, and the last is a group of about 30 pigs that crossed the road in front of us Thursday night.
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