Live2hunt
Forever Hunting
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Braved the wet and rain weather over the weekend. Targetting oinkers. Immediately within 100 yards after leaving the truck, came across fresh pig tracks that have dry dirts flipped up and rain was still drizzling. I thought to myself, "This was going to be an easy one." The tracks head up the hills into thick stuff and just when I thought I was close on their tail, a big down pour came and washed away all fresh signs. 10am came and I lost all fresh tracks and rooting. I scurried the edges of every thick chapparal patch looking for signs as I knew the pigs were still in the area. 3pm came and I found both my big toe nails turned black and blue and sore legs. Just when I thought I was done for the day, I sat down on a log to have a snack. Leaned my gun on a tree and right in the middle of taking my pack off to dig for my snack, a big boar came out of the thick stuff at about 70 yards on a dead run. By the time I dropped my pack and grabbed my gun again, his rear end disappeared over to finger ridge. I ran up to where I saw him disappeared and the next finger over was covered in thick stuff. He was again untouchable in those thickets. I waited for a while then head back to my pack and continue with my snack. I decided to circle the edge of the thickets and found his tracks came out the other side headed straight into bigger patch of thickets. I figure he may circle around and come back as I didn't spook him too bad. I found a high point and decided to sit on top and do some glassing for the rest of the evening. 4:30pm came and down in a canyon I was watching I spotted black spots coming out of the brush. Put up the bino and sure enough I counted 8 pigs as they started rooting under an oak tree. I ran down, sneak up to within 40 yards. I had the cross-hairs on the big calico one, but thinking how far I was from the truck and I moved the crossed-hairs to the smaller reddish one. BANG!
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