BigDog
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The pigs were sneaker and luckier than I was this weekend. Oneclearshot and I humped the hills and valleys morning and night both Friday and Saturday. The only pigs we saw were the two hanging in the skinning shed.
This morning, we went out to an area that had been recomended to us. There were two draws on the edge of the property that hogs sometimes use to get back up into the hills.
As we walked by the first one, I suggested that Bob stay there while I walked over to the other one. I continued walking while glassing ahead of me.
From Bob's perspective- he walked up to an oak tree and prepared to take a stand. He took off his back pack and as he laid it down he looked out towards the draw. A pig had materialized and was running across in front of him at about 75 yds. He pulled up on it and there was not enough light for his scope. So he tried to use his peep sight while still swinging the rifle with the pig. Just then, he swung the rifle into the hanging oak limbs and lost sight of the pig. Once he stepped out from under the limbs, he saw his last sight of the pig, going behind a small hill and running straight at me.
From my perspective- I was glassing the area ahead of me and the other draw. It was "break of day" quiet. As I am glassing, I hear this noise. It sounded like the noise when a big bird passes close to you and you can hear the wind going through their wing feathers. I turned my head wondering what the heck a big bird was doing out flying so early. What I see is a black freight train coming right at me. The noise was him knocking down the barley as he ran. I have never, ever seen a pig run that fast. It was in a full gallop and headed right for me. And he was a big one. I was still standing there holding the binoculars. I dropped them and lifted the rifle. The pig saw the movement and realized I was there and he swerved a bit but not much. He came streaking by me at about 20 feet and I swear he was doing 30 miles and hour. As much as I tried, I could not find him in my scope and I don't have a peep. (soon to be corrected) When I finally found him in the scope, it was just his tail going over the hill. I ran up after him but he was long gone before I crested the hill.
In reconstucting it, we figure he must have been just about to leave the draw when we showed up. He stayed hunkered as long as he could and then went "balls to the wall" trying to make it into the woods. And he succeeded.
Oh well. Win some, lose more. The important thing is that we had a good time. I needed the break.
This morning, we went out to an area that had been recomended to us. There were two draws on the edge of the property that hogs sometimes use to get back up into the hills.
As we walked by the first one, I suggested that Bob stay there while I walked over to the other one. I continued walking while glassing ahead of me.
From Bob's perspective- he walked up to an oak tree and prepared to take a stand. He took off his back pack and as he laid it down he looked out towards the draw. A pig had materialized and was running across in front of him at about 75 yds. He pulled up on it and there was not enough light for his scope. So he tried to use his peep sight while still swinging the rifle with the pig. Just then, he swung the rifle into the hanging oak limbs and lost sight of the pig. Once he stepped out from under the limbs, he saw his last sight of the pig, going behind a small hill and running straight at me.
From my perspective- I was glassing the area ahead of me and the other draw. It was "break of day" quiet. As I am glassing, I hear this noise. It sounded like the noise when a big bird passes close to you and you can hear the wind going through their wing feathers. I turned my head wondering what the heck a big bird was doing out flying so early. What I see is a black freight train coming right at me. The noise was him knocking down the barley as he ran. I have never, ever seen a pig run that fast. It was in a full gallop and headed right for me. And he was a big one. I was still standing there holding the binoculars. I dropped them and lifted the rifle. The pig saw the movement and realized I was there and he swerved a bit but not much. He came streaking by me at about 20 feet and I swear he was doing 30 miles and hour. As much as I tried, I could not find him in my scope and I don't have a peep. (soon to be corrected) When I finally found him in the scope, it was just his tail going over the hill. I ran up after him but he was long gone before I crested the hill.
In reconstucting it, we figure he must have been just about to leave the draw when we showed up. He stayed hunkered as long as he could and then went "balls to the wall" trying to make it into the woods. And he succeeded.
Oh well. Win some, lose more. The important thing is that we had a good time. I needed the break.
