sawtooth
Senior Member
It's been a while since my last one, May sometime I think. I've kinda been letting Martin and Mike catch up and Martin is on a roll so I needed to put some wood in the air.
I got invited to go hunting this past weekend and despite unpleasantly warm temperatures and a sever sinus infection AND a bad fuel filter in my truck- I had an awesome time. Thursday afternoon- We hunted a beautiful section of swamp- rooting everywhere, not many mosquitoes- just right. I didn't see any hogs, but we were at the right place, just not the right time.
Friday AM- I spent all morning looking for the binoculars that I lost the last time I had hunted this particular area. I remember taking them off and setting them down, I even remember the exact tree- the problem is that I CAN'T FIND that tree. After four hours, I gave up- Goodbye, Monarch 5's!
Friday afternoon was a wash, I didn't see anything- but a lot of real estate with very little sign.
Saturday AM- Martin left early and had a great morning, I, on the other hand, was focused on getting my truck in running order- I had to have a new fuel filter installed. No big deal- 50 bucks and two hours later, I was rolling again.
Saturday afternoon- Was looking pretty promising. Martin and I parted company on a road and he went North and I headed South. 1/4 mile into my walk I heard a faint grunt that made me smile. I got the wind right and began my approach. I saw one, then two, then two more. All were rooting happily in the soft dirt. I was inside thirty and I looked at my wind feather on my bow to make sure I was still good and I liked what I saw so I started slipping in. Using the trees to hide behind, I made my way to them a couple quiet steps at the time. I wanted to shoot the red one bad, but I had decided that the first one to get sideways at less than twenty was gonna get it. And he did...... when one of the smaller pigs rooted his way past me at about 12 yards or so, I drew and focused on my spot. I hit him a little higher than I wanted, but still good. I watched the fir arrow zip through him like he wasn't even standing there. Twenty yards later his lungs failed him and that's where he stopped. I did a bad job taking pictures, for that I apologize, but I really wanted to go after his friends and I knew that they hadn't gone far. I never caught up with them though. What an awesome afternoon. Martin had a great couple of days, too. He can tell that.
Big Jim Buffalo longbow
Douglas fir arrow
Wensel Woodsman broadhead
I got invited to go hunting this past weekend and despite unpleasantly warm temperatures and a sever sinus infection AND a bad fuel filter in my truck- I had an awesome time. Thursday afternoon- We hunted a beautiful section of swamp- rooting everywhere, not many mosquitoes- just right. I didn't see any hogs, but we were at the right place, just not the right time.
Friday AM- I spent all morning looking for the binoculars that I lost the last time I had hunted this particular area. I remember taking them off and setting them down, I even remember the exact tree- the problem is that I CAN'T FIND that tree. After four hours, I gave up- Goodbye, Monarch 5's!
Friday afternoon was a wash, I didn't see anything- but a lot of real estate with very little sign.
Saturday AM- Martin left early and had a great morning, I, on the other hand, was focused on getting my truck in running order- I had to have a new fuel filter installed. No big deal- 50 bucks and two hours later, I was rolling again.
Saturday afternoon- Was looking pretty promising. Martin and I parted company on a road and he went North and I headed South. 1/4 mile into my walk I heard a faint grunt that made me smile. I got the wind right and began my approach. I saw one, then two, then two more. All were rooting happily in the soft dirt. I was inside thirty and I looked at my wind feather on my bow to make sure I was still good and I liked what I saw so I started slipping in. Using the trees to hide behind, I made my way to them a couple quiet steps at the time. I wanted to shoot the red one bad, but I had decided that the first one to get sideways at less than twenty was gonna get it. And he did...... when one of the smaller pigs rooted his way past me at about 12 yards or so, I drew and focused on my spot. I hit him a little higher than I wanted, but still good. I watched the fir arrow zip through him like he wasn't even standing there. Twenty yards later his lungs failed him and that's where he stopped. I did a bad job taking pictures, for that I apologize, but I really wanted to go after his friends and I knew that they hadn't gone far. I never caught up with them though. What an awesome afternoon. Martin had a great couple of days, too. He can tell that.
Big Jim Buffalo longbow
Douglas fir arrow
Wensel Woodsman broadhead
Ya'll did good.
man I need some heat relief
