Speckmisser
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Well, just got back from a pretty nice pig hunting trip. Went hardcore, packed up the backpack and tent and went over the mountain.
I severely overestimated my current level of physical conditioning. Dang! Thought I'd die, fifteen minutes into the hike.
For the first time, I saw a pig on public lands. It was rooting around down in a ravine and headed right toward me. I stopped, and tried to crouch, but my overloaded pack kept my downhill momentum going. A scrambling little dance ensued, which alerted the pig and everything else in the canyon of my presence. Oh well.
Somehow made it down to the creek I'd been planning to hunt. No water. Dangit. Now what? I figured that I'd find some pools or springs if I kept hiking. Eventually found a nice sandy spot to pitch the tent and made camp. I still had another couple hours of daylight (I LOVE summertime).
Without the load, I felt like I was flying as I scouted out. Sure enough, about another half mile up the creek I found the spot I was looking for. A spring fed into the creekbed, creating several very nice, clear pools. One very fresh set of tracks led up to the waters edge. Further along, there was a nice trampled area, with trails lining the hillsides back up toward a beautiful "bowl" meadow.
I took a stand along the edge of the creek until shooting light was about gone, then stalked back to camp. I had a drink and a couple cans of Beanie Weenies..ah, backpacking food... and then kicked back to watch the stars with a nice strong drink.
3:30 am, Ma Nature woke me with a gentle reminder that what goes in must come out. I snuggled in the sleeping bag, trying to ignore it, not wanting to run out into the chilly morning. About a half hour later, a chorus of coyotes took up just across the creek from my tent. Very cool. Made me forget about the water balloon in my bladder for a few minutes.
Finally decided I couldn't wait anymore. Took care of business and geared up for a morning hunt. I found some more fresh sign, and located next winter's hunting grounds. But the long and short of it...no pigs.
Here's the thing, though. I have a nice pair of Rocky Cornstalkers, but they're way too warm for hunting out here. With thin socks, they wear blisters in my feet pretty quick.
So... What kinds of boots are you guys wearing for those long hikes? I need something that'll breathe, but remain waterproof. I also want something that won't require a season just to break in. Suggestions?
I severely overestimated my current level of physical conditioning. Dang! Thought I'd die, fifteen minutes into the hike.
For the first time, I saw a pig on public lands. It was rooting around down in a ravine and headed right toward me. I stopped, and tried to crouch, but my overloaded pack kept my downhill momentum going. A scrambling little dance ensued, which alerted the pig and everything else in the canyon of my presence. Oh well.
Somehow made it down to the creek I'd been planning to hunt. No water. Dangit. Now what? I figured that I'd find some pools or springs if I kept hiking. Eventually found a nice sandy spot to pitch the tent and made camp. I still had another couple hours of daylight (I LOVE summertime).
Without the load, I felt like I was flying as I scouted out. Sure enough, about another half mile up the creek I found the spot I was looking for. A spring fed into the creekbed, creating several very nice, clear pools. One very fresh set of tracks led up to the waters edge. Further along, there was a nice trampled area, with trails lining the hillsides back up toward a beautiful "bowl" meadow.
I took a stand along the edge of the creek until shooting light was about gone, then stalked back to camp. I had a drink and a couple cans of Beanie Weenies..ah, backpacking food... and then kicked back to watch the stars with a nice strong drink.
3:30 am, Ma Nature woke me with a gentle reminder that what goes in must come out. I snuggled in the sleeping bag, trying to ignore it, not wanting to run out into the chilly morning. About a half hour later, a chorus of coyotes took up just across the creek from my tent. Very cool. Made me forget about the water balloon in my bladder for a few minutes.
Finally decided I couldn't wait anymore. Took care of business and geared up for a morning hunt. I found some more fresh sign, and located next winter's hunting grounds. But the long and short of it...no pigs.
Here's the thing, though. I have a nice pair of Rocky Cornstalkers, but they're way too warm for hunting out here. With thin socks, they wear blisters in my feet pretty quick.
So... What kinds of boots are you guys wearing for those long hikes? I need something that'll breathe, but remain waterproof. I also want something that won't require a season just to break in. Suggestions?