sawtooth
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pig #3 for 2014...
I got a phone call yesterday around lunch time, i guess. Allen Oliver called to check on me and somewhere during our conversation we decided to try and stick a pig later in the afternoon. At 5:15pm I was just about to finish wrapping bacon around my jalepeno cubesteak when some fella with a big ole mustache started knocking at my front door. We got caught up and killed a little time talking about bows and arrows and such until it was time to get in the woods. I was really wanting to check on the wheat field where i killed a tiny piggy last Saturday, if the wind would cooperate.
As soon as I put the truck in park we saw fresh rooting that wasn't there the day before, a great sign that pigs were around, somewhere. We were still a little early, so we decided to walk around a little, being careful to keep our wind out of the wheatfield and the bog to the north of it.
Allen came ready...... He had a bow quiver and a dawgware, filled to the max with broadheads. The first thing that got a broadhead was an armadillo, Allen drew back and blistered the vile creature with a Zwickey delta. His arrow broke, but we got the broadhead back. The world is minus 1 armadillo-- good.
By now, it's getting prime time. A thunderstorm is threatening to the Northeast of us and it's sending a strong, steady wind out of the East-perfect for what we want to do. I was trying to get us to the corner of the field downwind of everything so we could look and listen and glass the wheatfield. Allen heard a pig squeal right about the time we got in the corner, but i couldn't see anything in the field, yet. A doe walked out at 20 yards, looked at us and took off. Then we both saw black in the wheat at about the same time. Pigs! The situation was dang-near perfect. A great wind keeping mosquitoes off of us and carrying our scent far away from the hogs' snooters. Wind has fouled up more hog hunts for me than any other single aspect of it all... so a good solid wind is like money in the bank. I told Allen to get with it, and he crouched down and started toward the pigs, which was one big black sow and numerous offspring. As Allen closed to about thirty yards, the pigs changed direction and appeared to be leaving the field on the North end. Quickly realizing this, Allen backed out, and made a loop behind me and got into position to intercept the pig as she left the field. His plan worked to perfection as the sow got within range. I was hidden some 60 yards away. I never heard the bowstring, but i saw a yellow blur strike the pig followed by a distinct "thwack". I watched as the sow left the field in a hurry with Allen's arrow planted in her left shoulder. She left a substantial bloodtrail that we followed at a fast walk until it became scant and dried up completely. We think the shot got a little too much shoulder. We later found the arrow and confirmed that.
After Allen's pig left the field, there was still a group of thirty pounders trying to figure out what was happening. I closed in on them from the West, Allen was working toward them from the Southeast. I realized they were headed toward me and i quickly scooted twenty yards closer to where i thought they'd pass. All of a sudden there were pigs all around me- One little black boar stood too still for too long. At 12 yards I drew and released just that fast. I saw my arrow hit him squarely in the shoulder and i knew i had just pulled his ticket.. I focused on the rest of the group because I was going to thump another one. They were headed toward Allen at this point, And i thought he was going to get another shot, but evidently they realized that there was just too much bad stuff going on in the wheat. They hit 5th gear and never looked back.
We found my pig laying close by, then spent about an hour looking for Allen's sow before giving up on the trail. We loaded up, went back to my house, and i immediately fired up the grill. I busted the pig into quarters while our dinner cooked. When the pig was in the cooler i took the meat off the grill and we sat down to a meal of roasted corn, backstrap wrapped in bacon, and jalepeno cubesteak. (all of which was most delicious, by the way).
We shot bows and shot the bull after dinner for a little before finally calling it a night. I tell you what, It don't get much better than that. I hope ya'll enjoy that story. It really happened.
Big Jim Buffalo
Cedar arrow from Wapiti
Magnus II 125gr.
I got a phone call yesterday around lunch time, i guess. Allen Oliver called to check on me and somewhere during our conversation we decided to try and stick a pig later in the afternoon. At 5:15pm I was just about to finish wrapping bacon around my jalepeno cubesteak when some fella with a big ole mustache started knocking at my front door. We got caught up and killed a little time talking about bows and arrows and such until it was time to get in the woods. I was really wanting to check on the wheat field where i killed a tiny piggy last Saturday, if the wind would cooperate.
As soon as I put the truck in park we saw fresh rooting that wasn't there the day before, a great sign that pigs were around, somewhere. We were still a little early, so we decided to walk around a little, being careful to keep our wind out of the wheatfield and the bog to the north of it.
Allen came ready...... He had a bow quiver and a dawgware, filled to the max with broadheads. The first thing that got a broadhead was an armadillo, Allen drew back and blistered the vile creature with a Zwickey delta. His arrow broke, but we got the broadhead back. The world is minus 1 armadillo-- good.
By now, it's getting prime time. A thunderstorm is threatening to the Northeast of us and it's sending a strong, steady wind out of the East-perfect for what we want to do. I was trying to get us to the corner of the field downwind of everything so we could look and listen and glass the wheatfield. Allen heard a pig squeal right about the time we got in the corner, but i couldn't see anything in the field, yet. A doe walked out at 20 yards, looked at us and took off. Then we both saw black in the wheat at about the same time. Pigs! The situation was dang-near perfect. A great wind keeping mosquitoes off of us and carrying our scent far away from the hogs' snooters. Wind has fouled up more hog hunts for me than any other single aspect of it all... so a good solid wind is like money in the bank. I told Allen to get with it, and he crouched down and started toward the pigs, which was one big black sow and numerous offspring. As Allen closed to about thirty yards, the pigs changed direction and appeared to be leaving the field on the North end. Quickly realizing this, Allen backed out, and made a loop behind me and got into position to intercept the pig as she left the field. His plan worked to perfection as the sow got within range. I was hidden some 60 yards away. I never heard the bowstring, but i saw a yellow blur strike the pig followed by a distinct "thwack". I watched as the sow left the field in a hurry with Allen's arrow planted in her left shoulder. She left a substantial bloodtrail that we followed at a fast walk until it became scant and dried up completely. We think the shot got a little too much shoulder. We later found the arrow and confirmed that.
After Allen's pig left the field, there was still a group of thirty pounders trying to figure out what was happening. I closed in on them from the West, Allen was working toward them from the Southeast. I realized they were headed toward me and i quickly scooted twenty yards closer to where i thought they'd pass. All of a sudden there were pigs all around me- One little black boar stood too still for too long. At 12 yards I drew and released just that fast. I saw my arrow hit him squarely in the shoulder and i knew i had just pulled his ticket.. I focused on the rest of the group because I was going to thump another one. They were headed toward Allen at this point, And i thought he was going to get another shot, but evidently they realized that there was just too much bad stuff going on in the wheat. They hit 5th gear and never looked back.
We found my pig laying close by, then spent about an hour looking for Allen's sow before giving up on the trail. We loaded up, went back to my house, and i immediately fired up the grill. I busted the pig into quarters while our dinner cooked. When the pig was in the cooler i took the meat off the grill and we sat down to a meal of roasted corn, backstrap wrapped in bacon, and jalepeno cubesteak. (all of which was most delicious, by the way).
We shot bows and shot the bull after dinner for a little before finally calling it a night. I tell you what, It don't get much better than that. I hope ya'll enjoy that story. It really happened.
Big Jim Buffalo
Cedar arrow from Wapiti
Magnus II 125gr.
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