Live2hunt
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It was the first time in 5 years that I have hunt this place. Thought my hone hole was overruned by other hunters. Dad, my 8 years old son, and myself made it there at 6am Saturday morning. The plan was to rolled over to our old honey hole to see if the honey was still as sweet. We through a big open meadow with a bunch of open finger ridges running down to it. Usually we caught pigs heading up or down those finger ridges or milling around the open meadow right at first light. If we don't see anything there, then we would head up to the only patch of thick brush that any hog in the area would head to bed down for the afternoon.
We drove slowly across the open meadow stopping on and off to glass the ridges with our binos. We got to the other side of the meadow and turned back. There was a small creek bed with a long line of oak trees along it. As we crossed back the line of oak trees, a herd of about 15 pigs, all the same size, scurried over the next open hill. I knew they were going to cross the next road about 1/4 mile ahead of them. I drove around to the spot of the next road where I thought they would cross. We all got out with our rifles and ready to shake hands. A few seconds later down over from the next hill they were coming directly at us. Dad and I sat there watching them through our rifle scopes. At 15 yards they figured something was not right as we were right in the open with no other objects around us. They paused and we each picked our pig. I was dead zeroed in on of them, but wanted to let dad take the first shot. I heard a BANG! from dad's gun and saw my pig went down. I swung my rifle to another pig and pulled the trigger. My pig did his last breakdance and bellied up. The rest of the pigs turned running uphill. We watched them stopped a few times to catch their breath as they got tired. We head down to dress out our pigs and watched another truck drove by passed us and stopped 100 yards from us. I looked uphill and the last pig disappeared into the tree line. We thought the two hunters in the truck saw the pigs heading up hill but they continued on driving so they probably didn't see. We got both pig dressed and loaded in the truck by 7:45am. At the skinning shack, the DFG girl weighed our pigs and took a picture it for us. My dad's pig came at 82 pounds and mine was 75. I didn't have any field picture because my digital camera was in my truck and we drove dad's truck on this trip. So I scanned the only picture that the DFG girl gave us from her polariod camera. As you can see my son was excited to see all the action he even wrote "We Rock!!" on the picture.
L2H
We drove slowly across the open meadow stopping on and off to glass the ridges with our binos. We got to the other side of the meadow and turned back. There was a small creek bed with a long line of oak trees along it. As we crossed back the line of oak trees, a herd of about 15 pigs, all the same size, scurried over the next open hill. I knew they were going to cross the next road about 1/4 mile ahead of them. I drove around to the spot of the next road where I thought they would cross. We all got out with our rifles and ready to shake hands. A few seconds later down over from the next hill they were coming directly at us. Dad and I sat there watching them through our rifle scopes. At 15 yards they figured something was not right as we were right in the open with no other objects around us. They paused and we each picked our pig. I was dead zeroed in on of them, but wanted to let dad take the first shot. I heard a BANG! from dad's gun and saw my pig went down. I swung my rifle to another pig and pulled the trigger. My pig did his last breakdance and bellied up. The rest of the pigs turned running uphill. We watched them stopped a few times to catch their breath as they got tired. We head down to dress out our pigs and watched another truck drove by passed us and stopped 100 yards from us. I looked uphill and the last pig disappeared into the tree line. We thought the two hunters in the truck saw the pigs heading up hill but they continued on driving so they probably didn't see. We got both pig dressed and loaded in the truck by 7:45am. At the skinning shack, the DFG girl weighed our pigs and took a picture it for us. My dad's pig came at 82 pounds and mine was 75. I didn't have any field picture because my digital camera was in my truck and we drove dad's truck on this trip. So I scanned the only picture that the DFG girl gave us from her polariod camera. As you can see my son was excited to see all the action he even wrote "We Rock!!" on the picture.
L2H
