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Steve's Rock Surfing Adventure
Someone asked for an accounting of BDB's spill. Well here goes.
It started out innocently enough as BDBand Brad (does Brad have a handle? I dunno.) headed up into the hills above Tejon Canyon to try and scare some pigs. It was a nice afternoon, light breezes tickling the golden grasses (not a lot of green this year) and a touch of mackerel scale clouds overhead signifying impending rain. The gentlemen were comparing their interpretations of the cloud shapes, and deeply engrossed in debate over whether one particular group more closely resembled a common garden posie or a fancy hibiscus. The debate concluded with all parties agreeing that whichever flower it resembled, it sure was purty and that they wouldn't argue anymore because arguing made them sad and everybody should get along and be happy.
The guys continued along the trail, and were enjoying their stroll along the hillside when the pleasant reverie was rudely interrupted by the explosion of a big group of wild hogs vacating the nearby premises. After much stumbling and cursing, during which, miraculously, no one stabbed anyone else with a broadhead, the pigs ran away and our intrepid hunters stood briefly dumfounded and agog.
BDB, being the mountain man he is, leapt up onto a sandstone boulder to reconnoiter the escaped prey. He noticed then, that the sandstone was rotten and a huge chunk would break off any moment.
"Hey, Brad, watch this!" he shouted gleefully, and put all of his weight on the loose side of the rock.
The boulder cracked as expected, and soon BDB was surfing down the hillside. However, without the able assistance of his geological engineering compadre (who is obviously too important to be bothered to join us on this outing), BDB did not realize that the stone was poorly balanced and had many jagged outcroppings which suddenly dug into the loose dirt and catapulted our hero into the air.
He hit the ground with an authoritative thump, rolled a few times, then leapt to his feet and turned back to his partner. Brad held up the score placard showing only a 3.2 with a technical deduction.
"3.2?" BDB screamed! "That was at least a 9.9! I've been robbed!"
As he screamed, he shook his fist in anger at the injustice. He shook his fist so violently that, with a loud, liquid pop, his shoulder joint dislocated itself.
The lion, by the way, was spotted in a different location by ElkRon and Orso. No wild animal, predator or prey, would have been anywhere near the antics of BDB and Brad.
Someone asked for an accounting of BDB's spill. Well here goes.
It started out innocently enough as BDBand Brad (does Brad have a handle? I dunno.) headed up into the hills above Tejon Canyon to try and scare some pigs. It was a nice afternoon, light breezes tickling the golden grasses (not a lot of green this year) and a touch of mackerel scale clouds overhead signifying impending rain. The gentlemen were comparing their interpretations of the cloud shapes, and deeply engrossed in debate over whether one particular group more closely resembled a common garden posie or a fancy hibiscus. The debate concluded with all parties agreeing that whichever flower it resembled, it sure was purty and that they wouldn't argue anymore because arguing made them sad and everybody should get along and be happy.
The guys continued along the trail, and were enjoying their stroll along the hillside when the pleasant reverie was rudely interrupted by the explosion of a big group of wild hogs vacating the nearby premises. After much stumbling and cursing, during which, miraculously, no one stabbed anyone else with a broadhead, the pigs ran away and our intrepid hunters stood briefly dumfounded and agog.
BDB, being the mountain man he is, leapt up onto a sandstone boulder to reconnoiter the escaped prey. He noticed then, that the sandstone was rotten and a huge chunk would break off any moment.
"Hey, Brad, watch this!" he shouted gleefully, and put all of his weight on the loose side of the rock.
The boulder cracked as expected, and soon BDB was surfing down the hillside. However, without the able assistance of his geological engineering compadre (who is obviously too important to be bothered to join us on this outing), BDB did not realize that the stone was poorly balanced and had many jagged outcroppings which suddenly dug into the loose dirt and catapulted our hero into the air.
He hit the ground with an authoritative thump, rolled a few times, then leapt to his feet and turned back to his partner. Brad held up the score placard showing only a 3.2 with a technical deduction.
"3.2?" BDB screamed! "That was at least a 9.9! I've been robbed!"
As he screamed, he shook his fist in anger at the injustice. He shook his fist so violently that, with a loud, liquid pop, his shoulder joint dislocated itself.
The lion, by the way, was spotted in a different location by ElkRon and Orso. No wild animal, predator or prey, would have been anywhere near the antics of BDB and Brad.
Oh I forgot to mention earlier...I had to drop off my hog at the butchers!!
Guys, in my mind I had the ultimate hunt Saturday afternoon... After a morning hunt that was uneventfull, other than the 30plus turkeys I saw and video taped I headed back to camp for lunch and drinks. I was first back with most everyone coming in shortly after. We ate, talked and while relaxing out side at around noon (I think) Ron in his ultimate wisdom suggested it might be a good idea to get back out there while the sky was still blue and we didn't know how long it would hold. In short order we headed out. At Ron's direction Speck, Hronk, Bighorn, DNR (Don), and myself found ourselves up high looking at pig country.
The plan was for us to start high and walk down, side hilling above the drainages. And with a little luck our net of arrow slingers would hopefully catch a piggie. Boys, there is a lot of real estate up there and you really need a group of hunters to cover some of it. As we slowly made our way down it seemed like we all kept in a fairly straight line, I happened to be very low to the drainage. In some areas I'd walk on green grass silently and other places I'd be walking on crunchy leaves. (I asked the guys later that night if they heard me going through all of the leaves, I'll let Phil or Bob tell about that). At times I'd see Hronk so I knew we were all covering about the same ground.
I'm going to guess about a little past an hour in to the hunt, and only about 1/3 of the way down to the bottom, I heard brush being broken in front of me. Earlier I had bumped a couple of deer and since they didn't really bust out too fast I thought it might be them. I was about 10 yards above the bottom of the drainage when I heard more branches breaking so I stood still a couple of minutes. I didn't have the best of shooting lanes so I moved over to my left about 10yards and since the hill was steep I was able to sit with my right knee in the dirt with my weight on it and my left leg stretched out in front of me.
Maybe three or four minutes later I see a huge boar moving up the drainage about 30 yards below me. The wind was perfect as it had been the entire afternoon hunt, right in my face. I was well camofluaged behind a tree. The boar stopped about 20 yards away and lifted his head as maybe he knew something was arwy. A few seconds later he continued and as he was passing from my right to left behind the tree I moved my bow towards my left so when he passed the tree I'd have a good angling away shot.
Now this big 'ole boar was a slow mover. I mean slow, he was doing his thing at his pace and it was awesome to see this guy doing his thing. He passed the tree at under 15 yards. I drew, relased and had perfect elevation but of course shot towards the back. No gut shot and no ham shot. He grunted and ran about 15 yards and then just started to walk again. I knew it wasn't a great shot and as I sat there listening to him as I couldn't see him, I started to move towards the point of impact when I saw him walking on the hill side opposite me just above me by 5 or so yards. I watched until he was out of sight, though I could still hear him, this guy was moving slow. I found blood and it was bright red, and as I planned on following the blood up to where he crossed the drainage I had sprayed blood every three to five feet.
I stopped to get on the radio as I crossed over the drainage and to sit and wait, I felt good it was going to be a fatal shot, I was just worried about the bood trail petering out. As I radioed that I had a blood trail, Speck was the first to acknowledge and advise he was in the thick of it with pigs too. My walkie talkie is so darn loud I decided to turn it off as to not spook my hog just in case he could hear the beeps. I sat for about 15 minutes and decided to slowly start up on the blood trail.
At the same time I realized the hog had been walking up an old road from the bottom of the canyon and as I worked my way up the hill I could see the road on my side of the hill below me. I followed the blood for about 100 yards when around the side of the hill I hear branches breaking just out of site. I thought my hog had heard me trailling him, though I was being very quiet. I couldn't believe it when the boar starts coming back in my direction. But heck guys, he's above me and moving right at me...Now he's not moving too fast but he's still got all of his faculties. I knock an arra and when he's about 15 yards away he starts to steer to his right and once again is going to give me a passing shot as he moves from my right to left. I'm below a tree with low hanging branches and as he passes directly in front of me at less than 10 yards (keep in mind he is above me) I plant my right foot solidly in the ground below me, kneel down with my left leg in to the dirt above me. As he passes, I bend at the waist, cant the bow completely horizontal and let an arra loose under the branches. I make a good shot in the pocket. He's done. He slows to almost a crawl type pace, and moves about 25 yards back in the direction we both had just come from.
Now to back up for a minute let me say that when he came busting from around the hill while I was blood trailing him, it was obvious what had happened. Bighorn who had been to my left ran into the hog or vice versa you could say. He saw the pig (I'm not sure if he saw my arra sticking out of it or not) and then took a shot. That is what pushed the pig back to me. After I took my second shot, I got back on the radio and broke out with "somebody just shot my pig"... The pig sat down and Bighorn and I waited for it to expire, but he just wouldn't die. I didn't want to put another arra in it so with a little coaxing from Speck over the radio I was going to finish it off but when I got closer it mustered enough energy to get up only to roll thirty yards down hill.
When I got down to the bottom Speck helped out and the hog was dead. Now the great thing was that Ron was able to get his truck down the hill using that old road I mentioned earlier and with the help of about 500ft of rope, we only needed to drag the pig about 10 feet. Can you guys believe that? Wow! What luck! It would have taken forever to drag the pig all the way down or even back up depending on which way we went. A big thanks to Bighorn for his help and to Speck and Hronk as well. Now as the guys get back and start to post up, you might hear everyones take on this as since we were all so close to each other everyone had a perspective on the event as it happened...
It was a great hunt with another group of Great JHOer's and I look forward to hunting with them again...
I am definitely going back up for another hunt at Tejon and highly reccomend it to others.
Arrowslinger, we need to talk this week.
Guys, in my mind I had the ultimate hunt Saturday afternoon... After a morning hunt that was uneventfull, other than the 30plus turkeys I saw and video taped I headed back to camp for lunch and drinks. I was first back with most everyone coming in shortly after. We ate, talked and while relaxing out side at around noon (I think) Ron in his ultimate wisdom suggested it might be a good idea to get back out there while the sky was still blue and we didn't know how long it would hold. In short order we headed out. At Ron's direction Speck, Hronk, Bighorn, DNR (Don), and myself found ourselves up high looking at pig country.
The plan was for us to start high and walk down, side hilling above the drainages. And with a little luck our net of arrow slingers would hopefully catch a piggie. Boys, there is a lot of real estate up there and you really need a group of hunters to cover some of it. As we slowly made our way down it seemed like we all kept in a fairly straight line, I happened to be very low to the drainage. In some areas I'd walk on green grass silently and other places I'd be walking on crunchy leaves. (I asked the guys later that night if they heard me going through all of the leaves, I'll let Phil or Bob tell about that). At times I'd see Hronk so I knew we were all covering about the same ground.
I'm going to guess about a little past an hour in to the hunt, and only about 1/3 of the way down to the bottom, I heard brush being broken in front of me. Earlier I had bumped a couple of deer and since they didn't really bust out too fast I thought it might be them. I was about 10 yards above the bottom of the drainage when I heard more branches breaking so I stood still a couple of minutes. I didn't have the best of shooting lanes so I moved over to my left about 10yards and since the hill was steep I was able to sit with my right knee in the dirt with my weight on it and my left leg stretched out in front of me.
Maybe three or four minutes later I see a huge boar moving up the drainage about 30 yards below me. The wind was perfect as it had been the entire afternoon hunt, right in my face. I was well camofluaged behind a tree. The boar stopped about 20 yards away and lifted his head as maybe he knew something was arwy. A few seconds later he continued and as he was passing from my right to left behind the tree I moved my bow towards my left so when he passed the tree I'd have a good angling away shot.
Now this big 'ole boar was a slow mover. I mean slow, he was doing his thing at his pace and it was awesome to see this guy doing his thing. He passed the tree at under 15 yards. I drew, relased and had perfect elevation but of course shot towards the back. No gut shot and no ham shot. He grunted and ran about 15 yards and then just started to walk again. I knew it wasn't a great shot and as I sat there listening to him as I couldn't see him, I started to move towards the point of impact when I saw him walking on the hill side opposite me just above me by 5 or so yards. I watched until he was out of sight, though I could still hear him, this guy was moving slow. I found blood and it was bright red, and as I planned on following the blood up to where he crossed the drainage I had sprayed blood every three to five feet.
I stopped to get on the radio as I crossed over the drainage and to sit and wait, I felt good it was going to be a fatal shot, I was just worried about the bood trail petering out. As I radioed that I had a blood trail, Speck was the first to acknowledge and advise he was in the thick of it with pigs too. My walkie talkie is so darn loud I decided to turn it off as to not spook my hog just in case he could hear the beeps. I sat for about 15 minutes and decided to slowly start up on the blood trail.
At the same time I realized the hog had been walking up an old road from the bottom of the canyon and as I worked my way up the hill I could see the road on my side of the hill below me. I followed the blood for about 100 yards when around the side of the hill I hear branches breaking just out of site. I thought my hog had heard me trailling him, though I was being very quiet. I couldn't believe it when the boar starts coming back in my direction. But heck guys, he's above me and moving right at me...Now he's not moving too fast but he's still got all of his faculties. I knock an arra and when he's about 15 yards away he starts to steer to his right and once again is going to give me a passing shot as he moves from my right to left. I'm below a tree with low hanging branches and as he passes directly in front of me at less than 10 yards (keep in mind he is above me) I plant my right foot solidly in the ground below me, kneel down with my left leg in to the dirt above me. As he passes, I bend at the waist, cant the bow completely horizontal and let an arra loose under the branches. I make a good shot in the pocket. He's done. He slows to almost a crawl type pace, and moves about 25 yards back in the direction we both had just come from.
Now to back up for a minute let me say that when he came busting from around the hill while I was blood trailing him, it was obvious what had happened. Bighorn who had been to my left ran into the hog or vice versa you could say. He saw the pig (I'm not sure if he saw my arra sticking out of it or not) and then took a shot. That is what pushed the pig back to me. After I took my second shot, I got back on the radio and broke out with "somebody just shot my pig"... The pig sat down and Bighorn and I waited for it to expire, but he just wouldn't die. I didn't want to put another arra in it so with a little coaxing from Speck over the radio I was going to finish it off but when I got closer it mustered enough energy to get up only to roll thirty yards down hill.
When I got down to the bottom Speck helped out and the hog was dead. Now the great thing was that Ron was able to get his truck down the hill using that old road I mentioned earlier and with the help of about 500ft of rope, we only needed to drag the pig about 10 feet. Can you guys believe that? Wow! What luck! It would have taken forever to drag the pig all the way down or even back up depending on which way we went. A big thanks to Bighorn for his help and to Speck and Hronk as well. Now as the guys get back and start to post up, you might hear everyones take on this as since we were all so close to each other everyone had a perspective on the event as it happened...
It was a great hunt with another group of Great JHOer's and I look forward to hunting with them again...
I am definitely going back up for another hunt at Tejon and highly reccomend it to others.
Arrowslinger, we need to talk this week.
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great story orso .. you the man ..
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Well told, Orso. And guys, sorry but I wasn't making up the part about my camera patch cord. I'll get photos up first thing tomorrow. Bighorn took a couple at the kill site too.
A couple of things. What Orso didn't mention about crunching around in the leaves was that I heard the ruckus from way up the ridge. It sounded like it kept going and going in one location, and I convinced myself that there was a pig making a bed under those trees.
Switching to predator mode, I slipped stealthily back down the hill until I was about 40 or 50 yards from the noise in the thick bottom. I couldn't see anything, but figured if I was patient it might come out. About that time, I spotted Hronk moving along the hillside just above all the noise. I motioned to him to let him know there was a pig in the brush, but instead of stopping, he came on over and let me know that it wasn't a pig... it was a bear (Orso).
So back to the trail. I climbed back up the ridge and picked up my line again until I hit a steep draw. I could see an old road bed down there, but it was a straight drop about 10 or 15 feet down some real loose dirt. As I stood thinking about the best way to get down, a blue jay started going off further up the draw. Hoping he was chattering at a pig, I moved uphill a little further until I could see a really "piggy" looking hollow with a little rivulet running through and lots of dark crevices.
The descent was no better here, either, but I decided to try to get down as quietly as possible. With my first step, the loose dirt gave way and all I could do was sit down and glissade to the roadbed. As I hit the bottom, sitting on my ass, I looked across the road bed and right into the very surprised eyes of a big pig. 10 feet away, and there's no way I'm gonna get a shot.
To cut to the chase, so to speak, it turned out to be a whole pile of pigs (seven or eight at least) and they gathered up and went down the draw. However, Orso was at the bottom and had just shot his boar (unbeknownst to me), so they didn't exit the draw. Instead, they hung up at the end, just below where Hronk was. In the end, he pushed them past me again, but they were moving way to fast to get a shot. I followed them over a couple of ridges before losing them.
As I stood to get my breath, I looked across the canyon and spotted what looked like a hog. But it wasn't moving. It just stood there in an opening. Not eating, not rooting... just standing. I put the glasses on it and realized that it was sort of weaving front and back, as though it was about to fall. Then I saw the arrow sticking out of its side. I tried to raise Orso on the radio and tell him I saw his hog, but he'd turned his radio off.
The hog stood there for a very long time. For a little while, I thought it was actually laying dead on a really steep hill, but through the binos at 300 yards I could tell it was definitely standing up.
As I watched, I spotted a shadowy figure closing in on the hog. It didn't look like Orso. After another couple of moments, I heard the "snap" of a bowshot and the hog went nuts. Bighorn has his story, but all I was really noticing was that now the hog had TWO arrows sticking out of him.
A bit later, after some yelling across the canyon, all the radios came on and there was the semblance of coordination. Then I heard Orso say he got a final arrow into it and it was going down. He's told the rest of the tale.
Overall, this was one of the most fun hunts I've been on in a long time. I had some commitments that made me choose to leave before the afternoon hunt today, and after BDB's last phone call, I'm kinda kicking myself for doing that.
I was in hogs all weekend, with several close encounters that just didn't pan out. Archery is a hard way to kill a hog. Traditional archery is even harder. Kudos in a big way to Orso for taking yet another one with the longbow.
Big thanks also goes out to Elkron for all the assistance and direction this weekend. None of us were really familiar with that part of the ranch, and without his expertise I don't know that we'd have had much luck finding the pigs. Ron cooks up a pretty mean steak, too!
A couple of things. What Orso didn't mention about crunching around in the leaves was that I heard the ruckus from way up the ridge. It sounded like it kept going and going in one location, and I convinced myself that there was a pig making a bed under those trees.
Switching to predator mode, I slipped stealthily back down the hill until I was about 40 or 50 yards from the noise in the thick bottom. I couldn't see anything, but figured if I was patient it might come out. About that time, I spotted Hronk moving along the hillside just above all the noise. I motioned to him to let him know there was a pig in the brush, but instead of stopping, he came on over and let me know that it wasn't a pig... it was a bear (Orso).
So back to the trail. I climbed back up the ridge and picked up my line again until I hit a steep draw. I could see an old road bed down there, but it was a straight drop about 10 or 15 feet down some real loose dirt. As I stood thinking about the best way to get down, a blue jay started going off further up the draw. Hoping he was chattering at a pig, I moved uphill a little further until I could see a really "piggy" looking hollow with a little rivulet running through and lots of dark crevices.
The descent was no better here, either, but I decided to try to get down as quietly as possible. With my first step, the loose dirt gave way and all I could do was sit down and glissade to the roadbed. As I hit the bottom, sitting on my ass, I looked across the road bed and right into the very surprised eyes of a big pig. 10 feet away, and there's no way I'm gonna get a shot.
To cut to the chase, so to speak, it turned out to be a whole pile of pigs (seven or eight at least) and they gathered up and went down the draw. However, Orso was at the bottom and had just shot his boar (unbeknownst to me), so they didn't exit the draw. Instead, they hung up at the end, just below where Hronk was. In the end, he pushed them past me again, but they were moving way to fast to get a shot. I followed them over a couple of ridges before losing them.
As I stood to get my breath, I looked across the canyon and spotted what looked like a hog. But it wasn't moving. It just stood there in an opening. Not eating, not rooting... just standing. I put the glasses on it and realized that it was sort of weaving front and back, as though it was about to fall. Then I saw the arrow sticking out of its side. I tried to raise Orso on the radio and tell him I saw his hog, but he'd turned his radio off.
The hog stood there for a very long time. For a little while, I thought it was actually laying dead on a really steep hill, but through the binos at 300 yards I could tell it was definitely standing up.
As I watched, I spotted a shadowy figure closing in on the hog. It didn't look like Orso. After another couple of moments, I heard the "snap" of a bowshot and the hog went nuts. Bighorn has his story, but all I was really noticing was that now the hog had TWO arrows sticking out of him.
A bit later, after some yelling across the canyon, all the radios came on and there was the semblance of coordination. Then I heard Orso say he got a final arrow into it and it was going down. He's told the rest of the tale.
Overall, this was one of the most fun hunts I've been on in a long time. I had some commitments that made me choose to leave before the afternoon hunt today, and after BDB's last phone call, I'm kinda kicking myself for doing that.
I was in hogs all weekend, with several close encounters that just didn't pan out. Archery is a hard way to kill a hog. Traditional archery is even harder. Kudos in a big way to Orso for taking yet another one with the longbow.
Big thanks also goes out to Elkron for all the assistance and direction this weekend. None of us were really familiar with that part of the ranch, and without his expertise I don't know that we'd have had much luck finding the pigs. Ron cooks up a pretty mean steak, too!
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congrats Orso on your wild boar
and very exciting story ( The Pig That Wouldn't Die). I cant wait till my next pig hunt!..................tra
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great story Phil, Tejon sounds like a great place to hunt and hope to make it on a future hunt with you guys!
so Speck, what you doing mothers day weekend, revenge of the pigs at choppers! why dont you join me, and I promise to play strip poker this time................tra
so Speck, what you doing mothers day weekend, revenge of the pigs at choppers! why dont you join me, and I promise to play strip poker this time................tra
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Congrats to all JHO's at the hunt. Good hob very entertaining. I heard the story but never seen a trad shoot at pig but I'll take specks work for and Orso. Job well done.
Can't wait to see the pic's
Can't wait to see the pic's
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Orso, congrats on your long bow harvest
, I want some pic's, tell us where your 1st arrow hit and the 2ND one, did Bighorn put an arrow in it also?
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Way to go Orso.
