Docwells2000
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I almost came face-to-face with two of these last night, and a dozen of their "smaller" siblings, in Fairfield, Texas. I had spent the day hunting for this "noted 12-pt" deer in the area and nothing was moving all day as a nice cold front moved in. Guess all the animals heard it was Veterans Day and decided to sleep in. I'm blackpowder hunting this year...a running bet with F,F, or F... ;-) Anyway, no movement all day yesterday, then at dusk I spot momma doe and baby doe west of me on the East/West Pipeline (Right-of-way) . She was moving south to north and I suspected she was heading in a lazy semi-circle to a feeder in the palmetto grove just north and east of my location at a pipeline intersection.
Well, sure enough...momma doe pops out north of me about 300 yards headed east, right to the palmettos and the feeder...but she stops and spots me at the intersection. While she is "standing point" two large all black tuskers come rambling across the right-of-way from not more than 5 yards behind her and they're headed east to the feeder in the palmettos, also. Then a dozen more come scrambling across behind them...the smallest 4 were in the 80 pound range.
Finally, 'momma' leaves her post and the younger doe dashes acorss the right-of-way (ROW) to the palmettos. I wait until they clear the treeline and on a trot I'm headed to my pickup which is 50 yards north of me. I grab my Ruger 9mm pistol and with my Thompson .50 cal Hawkins I head up towards the palmettos, afoot.
I get to the point that the hogs crossed from West-to-East and take a knee and set my 9mm on the ground in front of me for quick access. I cock my blackpowder gun and decide to wait until they return rather than try to walk up to them through the dry Egyptian Weed that is growing in the treeline.
It's getting dark so quickly that I can't see the from bead my iron sights on the Hawkins. I wait for 5 minutes while this feeding frenzy is occuring. By the way...have you ever heard hogs in a feeding frenzy? Shivers, man, absolute shivers... ;-)
Every time I've shot at pigs they've always tried to go back the way they've come...ALWAYS. So I decided I'd fire off my muzzleloader and pick up the pistol, prepared for their mad dash back across the right-of-way with me ready for them to come bursting out of the treeline.
I raised the Hawkins, pulled the trigger and a 5 foot stream of sparks and flame appear with that glorious roar. The hogs run a short distance EAST of the feeder and hold. During that time I am setting my musket down and picking up my 9mm. As I pick up the 9mm I rise to my feet and then "Click, Thud"...the clip slides out of the pistol and hits the ground at my feet. I hear the hogs moving, so I fire a warning shot as I kneel to pick up my clip. I notice the top bullet in the clip has dislodged and is crooked in the top position. I decide it's time to head back to the truck, fix the clip and call it a day...as I start walking back tot the truck the hogs make their dash behind me running from East-to-West back to their original location somewhere West of me in the trees and briars.
Okay...so the moral of the story...what I thought was a slow relaxed day hunting deer ended up with quite the adrenalin rush with this impromptu pig hunt. All-in-all I wish I had been back on the ladder stand in the palmettos to see all of these hogs hit this feeder, but it was a great hunt. (I'll remember to reseat my clip next time, also!!)
I'm Yer Huckleberry...
Well, sure enough...momma doe pops out north of me about 300 yards headed east, right to the palmettos and the feeder...but she stops and spots me at the intersection. While she is "standing point" two large all black tuskers come rambling across the right-of-way from not more than 5 yards behind her and they're headed east to the feeder in the palmettos, also. Then a dozen more come scrambling across behind them...the smallest 4 were in the 80 pound range.
Finally, 'momma' leaves her post and the younger doe dashes acorss the right-of-way (ROW) to the palmettos. I wait until they clear the treeline and on a trot I'm headed to my pickup which is 50 yards north of me. I grab my Ruger 9mm pistol and with my Thompson .50 cal Hawkins I head up towards the palmettos, afoot.
I get to the point that the hogs crossed from West-to-East and take a knee and set my 9mm on the ground in front of me for quick access. I cock my blackpowder gun and decide to wait until they return rather than try to walk up to them through the dry Egyptian Weed that is growing in the treeline.
It's getting dark so quickly that I can't see the from bead my iron sights on the Hawkins. I wait for 5 minutes while this feeding frenzy is occuring. By the way...have you ever heard hogs in a feeding frenzy? Shivers, man, absolute shivers... ;-)
Every time I've shot at pigs they've always tried to go back the way they've come...ALWAYS. So I decided I'd fire off my muzzleloader and pick up the pistol, prepared for their mad dash back across the right-of-way with me ready for them to come bursting out of the treeline.
I raised the Hawkins, pulled the trigger and a 5 foot stream of sparks and flame appear with that glorious roar. The hogs run a short distance EAST of the feeder and hold. During that time I am setting my musket down and picking up my 9mm. As I pick up the 9mm I rise to my feet and then "Click, Thud"...the clip slides out of the pistol and hits the ground at my feet. I hear the hogs moving, so I fire a warning shot as I kneel to pick up my clip. I notice the top bullet in the clip has dislodged and is crooked in the top position. I decide it's time to head back to the truck, fix the clip and call it a day...as I start walking back tot the truck the hogs make their dash behind me running from East-to-West back to their original location somewhere West of me in the trees and briars.
Okay...so the moral of the story...what I thought was a slow relaxed day hunting deer ended up with quite the adrenalin rush with this impromptu pig hunt. All-in-all I wish I had been back on the ladder stand in the palmettos to see all of these hogs hit this feeder, but it was a great hunt. (I'll remember to reseat my clip next time, also!!)
I'm Yer Huckleberry...