We get to the jeep and head up the ridge, we use the gps to locate the right place to stop and start our stalk. Everyone is pumped up and ready to go after the pigs, we decide to walk about 300 yards apart in hopes that we find the pigs by hiking strait down the canyon and meet at the truck. I'm in the middle of Bob and Bret, I give them the radios in case they run into trouble on the way down. It's about 12:00pm when I lose site of the guys, we are about 300 yards down from the jeep. The hills start to get really steep, so steep that the soul of your boot wants to flip upside down...now you’re walking on the side of your boot wondering what to do next......go strait down. After I get to a shady tree I start to wonder where the pigs are because I know we're close to where we saw them. Then out of the blue I hear BOOM....it's Bob he's the one on my left. Now I'm looking for the pigs hoping they come my way, I walk down into the ravine so I can get a better view of things in the thick stuff. As soon as I get there about 40 yards ahead of me are the pigs walking down one side of the ravine and up the other. I line up on an opening in the brush but there are wet sows a few good Boars, and some good size piglets that are a couple months old, but no shooters for me. I wait but they are all gone over out of my view.......what no shot? Hope Bret gets a shot as they head his way. Then just my luck the pigs start coming back the way they came, the wind was swirling and they must of smelled me, one shooter stops right in the opening and I let her have it right in the neck she goes down and I've got a nice eater to drag to the truck. I start to drag her down the ravine over logs, under logs, and around logs, then a BOOM followed by the best sound in the world when it comes to pig hunting the DEATH SQUEAL. The squeal echoed throughout the canyons what a great sound, and I knew Bret had his first Big Game kill.
I look at my watch and we all tag out within 15 minutes of each other what a text book spot and stalk if there is such a thing.
Well I get my pig to the bottom, I go get my truck so we can go get everyone's pigs in the truck and eat some lunch before all the real work begins. I spot Bret coming down the same gully as I just drug my pig down but no pig? He tells me she's dead but too heavy to drag down this gully, she's just up by where we glassed the pigs earlier. Then the big question what's up with Bob? He tells me that Bob has shot a pig and is trailing the blood as we speak. We go get Bret's pig and start to gut them in the bottom of the canyon waiting on Bob. While we are knee deep it guts Bob gets on the radio and said he has lost the blood trail after about 200 yards, he is really tired and needs a little pep talk. So we give him a hard time and he's not responding to our jokes on the radio....oh well...... We go back to gutting the pigs and we hear a BOOM then about a minute later another BOOM.......then on the radio an out of breath Bob said "HE'S DOWN...I MEAN SHE’S DOWN".
When Bob gets to the bottom he tells us what happened. At about 300 yards down from the jeep he hears the pigs. So he stays low in the tall grass and tries to get close but the wind changed on him when he was 55 yards away from the pigs. They all get up and bolt, the wet sows and the piglets take off in one direction and all the rest run up hill Bob lines up and takes a shot and hits one in the right ham severing about 2" of bone. The pig didn't miss a stride but left a great blood trail, but before he can track it he must retrieve his binos that he set down in the tall grass DUMB MISTAKE and he finds them some how. Now he's tracking the pig for about 200 yards then it stopped and that's when Bob need a little pep talk. He tells us that while he is on the radio with us that he sees the pig stand up so he turned off the radio and lined up a shot pulled the trigger on the 270 mag and the pig ran up hill a little but then was done, except for on more bullet behind the ear.
You guys are gonna have a great time, the temps are going to cool off so be looking all day under the trees.
And don't go to the ranch with a hangover that's what happened to Me and Bret on Friday he was slow and I was shaking.
In the pic Bob is on the left at 90lbs, Bret at 125lbs, and me at 90lbs.
The pigs are everywhere but you must be up high too see them and as soon as you see them go after them.
They are eating the wild oats so have fun and watch out for the wet sows.
I forgot Bret's story........After Bob shoots, Bret is getting nervous about not see the pigs and he tries to call Bob and ask what's up? No answer. Well he sticks to the game plan and walks down the edge of his ridge. Then he feels his boots starting to roll and he climbs up top. Now he is two finger riidges over from me and he hears me shoot, now he has his binos gluded too his eyeballs hoping they come his way. Then all of a sudden a black blur comes across his binos he pulls them down and sees they are pigs. He lines up and gets them in the scope too small. too small, then the pig stops. A red and brown sow, BOOM the sow squealed and rolled down hill and died.
He walked down the hill and into the bottom meadow as I pulled up.
Bret's pig was shot with 30-06 Hornady 180 grain SST. It was a spine shot with 3 inches of bone missing and hit a little of the lungs. The copper jacket was found in the opposite shoulder but the lead was all gone.
I shot my pig with a 270win Hornady 140 grain BTSP interlock. Neck bones were missing but the pig was still alive when I got there.
This was Bret's first pig, and his first big game kill all with one shot!
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