Live2hunt
Forever Hunting
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Yes you read that time stamp correctly. I got home at 2am. I'm gonna start this post by giving the nickname "chicken chit" to XDHunter and REM3006. That's because they gave up and went home after saturday hunt. :mooning:
Sunday morning I got a late start and thought everybody else probably took all the better spots. I decided to hit some of the tucked away canyons and draws in the bare open hills. Turned out one of the canyon had lots of fresh rooting and zigzag trails through the tall grass. I planned to drive a little further down and to a parking spot that I used to park and walk from there. I had not drove more than 50 yards when my eyes caught something moved uphill from under a patch of trees. I looked up and there's 5 pigs hustling up and over the ridge top. I jumped out and went after them like I used to before I had cancer. Nope, I learned that I am no longer half mountain goat. By the time I reached the ridgetop where I last saw the pig disappeared, they were probably in the next county already. I spent the day tracking them through every canyons and hills. I drove to the top of one ridge, hike down to see it their trails came through, and repeat again on the next ridge over. It took me from 7:30am when I first saw them until 5pm when I run into their beds. I found the beds but they were not there. Around the beds, their tracks were scattered everywhere. I walked in a big circle around where that bedding area and saw no tracks or trails came out through the tall grass. I decided to climb up the hill on the opposite side of the canyon and sit watching the bedding area. I figure they may have just moved their beds to a more shaded spot because the beds I saw were out in the open and the sun was bearing down on them. 7:00pm rolls around and yes here came the biggest boar from the group browsing the grass towards the open hillside. The other 4 pigs followed. They were just about 100 yards above their earlier beds that I found. I waited til the biggest boar turned broadside and sent a 30-06 165gr TSX screaming 200 yards across the canyon. The boar tumbled almost to the bottom. I took the truck on the bottom road, then went up and dragged the boar the last 30 yards down.
L2H
Sunday morning I got a late start and thought everybody else probably took all the better spots. I decided to hit some of the tucked away canyons and draws in the bare open hills. Turned out one of the canyon had lots of fresh rooting and zigzag trails through the tall grass. I planned to drive a little further down and to a parking spot that I used to park and walk from there. I had not drove more than 50 yards when my eyes caught something moved uphill from under a patch of trees. I looked up and there's 5 pigs hustling up and over the ridge top. I jumped out and went after them like I used to before I had cancer. Nope, I learned that I am no longer half mountain goat. By the time I reached the ridgetop where I last saw the pig disappeared, they were probably in the next county already. I spent the day tracking them through every canyons and hills. I drove to the top of one ridge, hike down to see it their trails came through, and repeat again on the next ridge over. It took me from 7:30am when I first saw them until 5pm when I run into their beds. I found the beds but they were not there. Around the beds, their tracks were scattered everywhere. I walked in a big circle around where that bedding area and saw no tracks or trails came out through the tall grass. I decided to climb up the hill on the opposite side of the canyon and sit watching the bedding area. I figure they may have just moved their beds to a more shaded spot because the beds I saw were out in the open and the sun was bearing down on them. 7:00pm rolls around and yes here came the biggest boar from the group browsing the grass towards the open hillside. The other 4 pigs followed. They were just about 100 yards above their earlier beds that I found. I waited til the biggest boar turned broadside and sent a 30-06 165gr TSX screaming 200 yards across the canyon. The boar tumbled almost to the bottom. I took the truck on the bottom road, then went up and dragged the boar the last 30 yards down.
L2H
