At 1:30 AM the pig alarm went off. That's the deal where I mounted an infrared sensor on our back lava boulder wall and put the receiver in the master bath. When a pig walks past, it sends out 3 weird chimes. Well, it went off and then 10 seconds went off again and over the next two or three minutes it went off about 15 times. Crap!! They're knocking over my wall again and planning to invade my landscaping. I get up, rub my eyes, put on my moccasins, grab the crossbow, and out the door I go into the darkness. Once outside, I turned on the red dot sight and cocked the bow. It makes a pretty loud "click" when it's cocked so I do that before I get to the wall. Got to the wall, loaded a bolt with a nasty broadhead, and stood still. I immediately heard critters moving about in the clearing below the monkeypod tree. I brought the crossbow up and pushed the pressure switch that turns on a tactical flashlight taped to the underside of the bow. The whole clearing lit up and without exaggeration there were 8 or 10 huge hogs rooting beneath the tree. No little ones, all really big.
The closest one was 15 feet away and I let him have it. Loud squeals, hooves cloppity-clopping on lava, crashing through the 8-foot high elephant grass, silence, and then another loud squeal 30 yards away. Then total silence.
Now, I'm not the brightest light in the chandelier but I'm not an idiot, so I wisely decided to wait until morning to follow up. I did, and the blood trail was thick. I found the hog 30 yards away in the elephant grass. Lo and behold, it's a castrated male, maybe 250-275 pounds, just huge. I forget what the Hawaiians call the pigs that they trap and castrate. Ev and Nic and Uncle Ji will know.
Anyway, the arrow entered behind the shoulder and came out the ham. No idea where it went, but it zipped right through that hog. The meat from these castrated males is supposed to be great, so it's headed for the BBQ or the smoker.
That's about pig #30 in 2 years.
This is the photo of the pig lying in the elephant grass.
Aloha for now.
The closest one was 15 feet away and I let him have it. Loud squeals, hooves cloppity-clopping on lava, crashing through the 8-foot high elephant grass, silence, and then another loud squeal 30 yards away. Then total silence.
Now, I'm not the brightest light in the chandelier but I'm not an idiot, so I wisely decided to wait until morning to follow up. I did, and the blood trail was thick. I found the hog 30 yards away in the elephant grass. Lo and behold, it's a castrated male, maybe 250-275 pounds, just huge. I forget what the Hawaiians call the pigs that they trap and castrate. Ev and Nic and Uncle Ji will know.
Anyway, the arrow entered behind the shoulder and came out the ham. No idea where it went, but it zipped right through that hog. The meat from these castrated males is supposed to be great, so it's headed for the BBQ or the smoker.
That's about pig #30 in 2 years.
This is the photo of the pig lying in the elephant grass.
Aloha for now.