Live2hunt
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Finally I figured out how to send pics from my cell phone camera to my email address.
With the boss still on vacation, work was slow on Monday, and expected to be slow for another few more days, I decided to take last Tues. off. With the last several trips to Upper Cottonwood not yielding any sign of pig in the area, and the pig hunting bug still haunt me for not taking the 200 yards shot during the JHO FHL New Years Hunt, I decided to take a peak at one of my old honey hole since I haven't heard anybody killed any hogs from there in the last two years. I wanted to call the place Triple Nipple Ridge but thought that might be a little too harsh for some of the prying eyes in here. So here is a hint of the area for those of you who have been there or want to explore in search of hogs, (there is an old cabin called the Roadkill Cafe about half a mile down in the flat). It was 1am and I decided to pulled into the Cache Creek Casino for a couple hours of Texas Hold'em to test my luck.
3am rolled around and I found myself $300 short. Continued on to my hunt destination and pulled into the parking on the side of hwy 16 at about 4am. The hike from the parking to the top was about 2.5 miles. I braved the 2.5 miles hike alone with flash light in the dark and topped the ridge as dawn cracked over the horizon. While the bino was working the hills I noticed the ground under the oak trees were freshly rototilled. This was the first time I've been back there in two years and I was surprised to see all the activities. By 9am the sky started to drizzle and I found myself trailing some fresh tracks that have not yet been wet. I slowly peaked over a knoll and immediately saw the back of a pig slowly emerging over a small hump about 200 yards out. I ducted down out of site and crouched another 100 yards towards a dead fallen tree ahead. Now the pig was only about 70 yards out. With the rifle rested on the log, the scope cross was zeroed in on the pig just waiting for it to turn broadside. Then more pigs emerged behind it. I raised my head from the scope and watch to see which one was the biggest in the group.
Finally all the pigs emerged in full view not knowing I was there. Two black ones were about the same size (about 150 lbs.) and the other 10+ were all reddish brown (about 130 lbs.) with several footballs mingled in. The scope cross found a black one broadside and BANG! it dropped. Before I can recover from the recoil, all the pigs have already scurried uphill into a patch of thick brush. A few seconds later, out of the blue a reddish brown one trotted out from behind a small chemise bush and it decided to stopped just before disappearing after the rest of the pigs. BANG! and it rolled back down. Two pigs dropped within 100 yards of each other. I drag them together and snapped a few pics with the cell phone camera. Then whipped out the only two tags I have, filled them out, and stuffed them back in the backpack. Then the knife came out and the work began. I skinned and quartered both pigs into two big heavy duty plastic bags. I stuffed one bag in the backpack and headed back down a few hundred yards. Pulled out the bag of meat from the backpack, then head back up for the second pack. Did this back and forth thing from 12noon and finally made it back to the truck at about 8:30pm. One lesson learned is, don't shoot a big one and only shoot one when out that far away from the truck alone!
L2H
With the boss still on vacation, work was slow on Monday, and expected to be slow for another few more days, I decided to take last Tues. off. With the last several trips to Upper Cottonwood not yielding any sign of pig in the area, and the pig hunting bug still haunt me for not taking the 200 yards shot during the JHO FHL New Years Hunt, I decided to take a peak at one of my old honey hole since I haven't heard anybody killed any hogs from there in the last two years. I wanted to call the place Triple Nipple Ridge but thought that might be a little too harsh for some of the prying eyes in here. So here is a hint of the area for those of you who have been there or want to explore in search of hogs, (there is an old cabin called the Roadkill Cafe about half a mile down in the flat). It was 1am and I decided to pulled into the Cache Creek Casino for a couple hours of Texas Hold'em to test my luck.
3am rolled around and I found myself $300 short. Continued on to my hunt destination and pulled into the parking on the side of hwy 16 at about 4am. The hike from the parking to the top was about 2.5 miles. I braved the 2.5 miles hike alone with flash light in the dark and topped the ridge as dawn cracked over the horizon. While the bino was working the hills I noticed the ground under the oak trees were freshly rototilled. This was the first time I've been back there in two years and I was surprised to see all the activities. By 9am the sky started to drizzle and I found myself trailing some fresh tracks that have not yet been wet. I slowly peaked over a knoll and immediately saw the back of a pig slowly emerging over a small hump about 200 yards out. I ducted down out of site and crouched another 100 yards towards a dead fallen tree ahead. Now the pig was only about 70 yards out. With the rifle rested on the log, the scope cross was zeroed in on the pig just waiting for it to turn broadside. Then more pigs emerged behind it. I raised my head from the scope and watch to see which one was the biggest in the group.
Finally all the pigs emerged in full view not knowing I was there. Two black ones were about the same size (about 150 lbs.) and the other 10+ were all reddish brown (about 130 lbs.) with several footballs mingled in. The scope cross found a black one broadside and BANG! it dropped. Before I can recover from the recoil, all the pigs have already scurried uphill into a patch of thick brush. A few seconds later, out of the blue a reddish brown one trotted out from behind a small chemise bush and it decided to stopped just before disappearing after the rest of the pigs. BANG! and it rolled back down. Two pigs dropped within 100 yards of each other. I drag them together and snapped a few pics with the cell phone camera. Then whipped out the only two tags I have, filled them out, and stuffed them back in the backpack. Then the knife came out and the work began. I skinned and quartered both pigs into two big heavy duty plastic bags. I stuffed one bag in the backpack and headed back down a few hundred yards. Pulled out the bag of meat from the backpack, then head back up for the second pack. Did this back and forth thing from 12noon and finally made it back to the truck at about 8:30pm. One lesson learned is, don't shoot a big one and only shoot one when out that far away from the truck alone!
L2H
