Live2hunt
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Dad and I were in FHL area 9 on Saturday. Came across the tracks of a big boar that probably crossed the dirt road a few hours before we got there. Pulled over to the side of the road and nearly got stuck as the mud had clayed up all four tires. We trailed the tracks over two ridges and came across the tracks of another pig. Dad trailed the smaller set of tracks while I trailed after the same one that we were on. Another two more hours of trailing and the tracks led into a small canyon that has two big water tanks. The whole canyon above the two water tanks is all covered with thick chemise brush and the tracks led into it. There was a jeep trail that circle both finger ridgetops down from the main ridgetop above. I walked the road starting from the bottom of the right finger to the top of the main ridge and back down the top of the left finger. Found no pig tracks came out to the road. So I figured the boar may be singing "good night sleep tight" somewhere in those chemise. I went back to the truck and met up with dad and a buddy. Turned out the pig dad trailed had crossed Nacimiento Ferguson Rd. into area #16 which was closed this weekend. We came up with a plan that I and my buddy will setup on one side of the canyon and dad will slowly sneak after the tracks in the chemise. There were open spots in the chemise that we could see from our side of the canyon. We waited with our eyes open while dad busted through the thickets. Many times dad have given us hand signals to go up to the last saddle before the top. We waved back to him that we can see everwhere from where we are. Suddenly I glanced at the bottom of the canyon saw the pig disappeared behind a small finger that concealed the whole pig from my view. I ran uphill to try and get to the top before the pig cross the last saddle. Man that hill was steep!!! or maybe I'm getting old. From dad's side of the canyon, he can see the whole hill on my side. He saw me runny uphill and looked over and saw the pig slowly making its way up to the last saddle. Dad got three shots across but all three off-hand shots at 200+ yards were no joy. We later found all three bullet holes on the dirts and tracked the boar for another 100 yards with no sign of any wound. The tracks disappeared into the thickest chemise on the backside. We drove around a jeep trail that squared in the thick chemise where the boar tracks disappeared in and saw no tracks came out. It was impossible to crawl after the tracks so we decided to stake out along the road to see if the boar will come out in the evening. Shooting light faded away and we decided to call it a day. Back at the registration window we turned in our papers and realized that our little honey hole will be closed for the rest of the year after Sunday. So home bound we were.
Sunday 4am we found ourselves hiking in the dark to our honey hole. I went up and sat under the usual oak tree waiting for first light. Things were quiet for an hour then I saw two flashlights along the ridgetop above me. Looks like two other hunters were trying to come down to my spot. I flashed my flashlight up and both their lights went off. Seemed like they knew I was already there. Another half hour later and dawn peeked over the far ridge. Then suddenly I looked down in the pond and this guy already had his snout in the pond sucking up water. BANG! and that bad boy did a cart-wheel into the pond for his last wallow. Here is the money shot with my cell phone camera.
L2H
Sunday 4am we found ourselves hiking in the dark to our honey hole. I went up and sat under the usual oak tree waiting for first light. Things were quiet for an hour then I saw two flashlights along the ridgetop above me. Looks like two other hunters were trying to come down to my spot. I flashed my flashlight up and both their lights went off. Seemed like they knew I was already there. Another half hour later and dawn peeked over the far ridge. Then suddenly I looked down in the pond and this guy already had his snout in the pond sucking up water. BANG! and that bad boy did a cart-wheel into the pond for his last wallow. Here is the money shot with my cell phone camera.
L2H
