FRISCOHNTR
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chment][attachment=42623:attachment] Went to the ranch on Monday afternoon, about 3pm to check on the trailer and do a bit of archery recon. Brought my best little hunting buddy with me , J.P. my 7 year old son. We arrived; set up camp, took the doors off the jeep and started to drive around in hopes of a coyote and some buck sightings. As we drove the road (ranch is small only about 1000 acres) we saw a few pigs working a far canyon and spring. I made the mental note of their location and we had a great night of Smores, stars, and a re-viewing of "big-daddy" on the VCR.
Headed out in the morning late as the fog didn't clear until 0800 hrs. Heading towards the area the hogs were the other night. Well before that ridge I saw a nice boar in the manzanita on a slow trot 160 yrds away. I dropped to one knee, told my son to hold his ears and squeezed of a shot. The boar didn't even flinch and took off into the the canyon below him. Thinking I had missed, we hiked over to the area and found.......nothing..
We then followed the heaviest trail(s) and still couldn't find any sign of a hit 20 minutes later. (Damn that country all looks the same when you're chest high in it) I then, with J.P., began to do 10 yard circles (real tough in the buckbrush and manzanita) and I found a fresh hot set of tracks. We followed the tracks about thirty yards from the place of the shot and still didn't have any blood or sign of a hit.
Wait- is that a trail dumped hoof mark?? 5 yards later and 40 yards form the initial shot the bottom came out from underneath the hog and he- head over hammed 50 yards down the ravine. I called my buddy Dave and appraised him of the situation and he told me that he would be there to help within a couple of hours.
J.P. and I headed down, gutted and opened the hog up and waited for Dave. Using a snatch block and rope we retrieved the hog in about 30 minutes. Thank goodness for great friends like Dave; this 250#r would have killed my back and taken 4 trips to get out of that ravine. The hog was clean and smelled real sweet when skinned; weighed 90#'s at the butcher, minus the front shoulder. Looking forward to the sausage, but savoring the time spent with my son and a great friend.
Here are a few pics, of the hog that took 180 grns of a .300 win mag in the shoulder without flinching. Oh and check out the high-tech camo...hehehhehehee
chment][attachment=42623:attachment] Went to the ranch on Monday afternoon, about 3pm to check on the trailer and do a bit of archery recon. Brought my best little hunting buddy with me , J.P. my 7 year old son. We arrived; set up camp, took the doors off the jeep and started to drive around in hopes of a coyote and some buck sightings. As we drove the road (ranch is small only about 1000 acres) we saw a few pigs working a far canyon and spring. I made the mental note of their location and we had a great night of Smores, stars, and a re-viewing of "big-daddy" on the VCR.
Headed out in the morning late as the fog didn't clear until 0800 hrs. Heading towards the area the hogs were the other night. Well before that ridge I saw a nice boar in the manzanita on a slow trot 160 yrds away. I dropped to one knee, told my son to hold his ears and squeezed of a shot. The boar didn't even flinch and took off into the the canyon below him. Thinking I had missed, we hiked over to the area and found.......nothing..
We then followed the heaviest trail(s) and still couldn't find any sign of a hit 20 minutes later. (Damn that country all looks the same when you're chest high in it) I then, with J.P., began to do 10 yard circles (real tough in the buckbrush and manzanita) and I found a fresh hot set of tracks. We followed the tracks about thirty yards from the place of the shot and still didn't have any blood or sign of a hit.
Wait- is that a trail dumped hoof mark?? 5 yards later and 40 yards form the initial shot the bottom came out from underneath the hog and he- head over hammed 50 yards down the ravine. I called my buddy Dave and appraised him of the situation and he told me that he would be there to help within a couple of hours.
J.P. and I headed down, gutted and opened the hog up and waited for Dave. Using a snatch block and rope we retrieved the hog in about 30 minutes. Thank goodness for great friends like Dave; this 250#r would have killed my back and taken 4 trips to get out of that ravine. The hog was clean and smelled real sweet when skinned; weighed 90#'s at the butcher, minus the front shoulder. Looking forward to the sausage, but savoring the time spent with my son and a great friend.
Here are a few pics, of the hog that took 180 grns of a .300 win mag in the shoulder without flinching. Oh and check out the high-tech camo...hehehhehehee
