jaimeb831
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Being in the Marines gives me few chances to get out and do some hunting. This past weekend I flew into Monterey and decided to go do some pig hunting with my dad down in FHL. We started out late since I forget my money order, but that didnt slow us down. We got to our hunting area around 0900, and since the first minute we started seeing lots of fresh tracks. My dad managed to push out 3 nice size hogs from a deep canyon but they managed to creep out without me noticing them.
After noticing allot of tracks heading to the river, we decided to check that out, no luck there. We took a late lunch break and hung around the river for a couple of hours. At around 445 Pm we decided to head back up to the hills where we had seen allot of beddings. My dad took one side of the hill and i took another one. I got to the other side of the mountain before my dad did and was hanging around checking the beddings, when I heard some noices behind me. I turned around and saw something gray moving through the brush. The brush was about 3.5 feet high and this animal was a few inches taller than that, my first assumption was that a calf got loose.
So I turned around completly shotgun ready, and in a clearing I saw with this thing was. It was the biggest pig I have ever seen ( 11 years ago I killed a pig that weight 303 lbs field dress in FHL and this one made that one look like a piglet) this one was gray, nasty looking and full of mud. I quikly aimed in and took a shot. I saw my bullet enter his rib cage and the pig didnt even shrug and kept running. I took a few more steps to get a better shot, and fire two more well aimed shots. He then runs into a creek, and takes his time to come out, by then Im reloaded and waiting for him to come out.
I take two more shots, one was a miss and the other was another hit ( I could see his fat jiggle and mud come off him almost everytime I hit him. He look like as if he was going to fall but some how stayed on his feet. He walked into the thicker brush. I waited for my dad to reach my pos, my dad stayed were I took my last shot while I went looking, found blood and tracks. We searched all over until the sun went down. There was so many pig tracks and the dirt was so loose we ended up loosing his tracks. Nothing upsets me more than letting a pig get away, especailly something this big. My dad will be out there again this weekend trying to find him. It sucks that FHL doesnt open during the week, I would of stayed there until I found him or had to fly back.
After noticing allot of tracks heading to the river, we decided to check that out, no luck there. We took a late lunch break and hung around the river for a couple of hours. At around 445 Pm we decided to head back up to the hills where we had seen allot of beddings. My dad took one side of the hill and i took another one. I got to the other side of the mountain before my dad did and was hanging around checking the beddings, when I heard some noices behind me. I turned around and saw something gray moving through the brush. The brush was about 3.5 feet high and this animal was a few inches taller than that, my first assumption was that a calf got loose.
So I turned around completly shotgun ready, and in a clearing I saw with this thing was. It was the biggest pig I have ever seen ( 11 years ago I killed a pig that weight 303 lbs field dress in FHL and this one made that one look like a piglet) this one was gray, nasty looking and full of mud. I quikly aimed in and took a shot. I saw my bullet enter his rib cage and the pig didnt even shrug and kept running. I took a few more steps to get a better shot, and fire two more well aimed shots. He then runs into a creek, and takes his time to come out, by then Im reloaded and waiting for him to come out.
I take two more shots, one was a miss and the other was another hit ( I could see his fat jiggle and mud come off him almost everytime I hit him. He look like as if he was going to fall but some how stayed on his feet. He walked into the thicker brush. I waited for my dad to reach my pos, my dad stayed were I took my last shot while I went looking, found blood and tracks. We searched all over until the sun went down. There was so many pig tracks and the dirt was so loose we ended up loosing his tracks. Nothing upsets me more than letting a pig get away, especailly something this big. My dad will be out there again this weekend trying to find him. It sucks that FHL doesnt open during the week, I would of stayed there until I found him or had to fly back.