sawtooth
Senior Member
I went pig hunting last thursday at h'hatchee, my very favorite place to hunt hogs. I decided to try some new spots and cover some new ground so that i wouldn't be so limited at times when the wind wasn't just right, or when someone else has beat me to my spot etc, etc.
As soon as i dropped off in a small ravine i quickly found water and soon after i found fresh rooting. the freshest rooting has the hogs still in it and that's what i was looking for. In an hour or so, I heard some gruntin' and made a bee line to the source, a boar, not huge, about 60 lbs or so--- completely oblivious to my presence-- so i picked my spot, drew, released and CRAAACK! i I shot a scuplin vine about 2" in diameter that i had failed to see earlier between me and the hog . My nock was ejected from the shaft and it actually landed closer to the hog than my arrow did. The hog relocated...
NEXT- i was walking and pretty much daydreaming when i was snatched back to reality by a 3 foot copperhead. I guess my subconcious picked up on it and relayed that to my feet just in time for me to stop walking.... one more step would have put me well within striking distance...i showed him what an Ace hex head looks like up close and then i continued....
Around three oclock I found a series of ditches that had filled with water following the recent storms in that area. i skirted the ditches for about fifteen minutes when FINALLY- i saw the freshest of all rooting.... about 30 yds away was a big ole fat sow with her head down, shoveling away at the muddy gunk in the ditch.... It took me a few minutes to get the wind with me, but after getting right i started towards her. At about 15 yards or so I let one rip and heard a loud THWACK!!!!!!!!!! The sow went down with a loud squeal... i thought she was done and walked toward her... she stood up, and took off like she'd been fired from a cannon... Two things were evident 1) she didn't look 100% healthy, and 2) she didn't look like she was gonna stop anytime soon. I took up the trail- i found no blood but i did find my arrow about 20 yards from where she was hit- then i knew why there was no blood. my arrow struck her where the neck meets the shoulder blade, closer to the shoulder blade, and my arrow was stopped cold. I was shooting a MAgnus II, 125 Gr. from a 55# longbow...I've bent broadheads before, but never quite this bad.. Hogs 2, Dendy 0.
I have some good pictures to accompany this story, but i cant get them to load..... sorry.
As soon as i dropped off in a small ravine i quickly found water and soon after i found fresh rooting. the freshest rooting has the hogs still in it and that's what i was looking for. In an hour or so, I heard some gruntin' and made a bee line to the source, a boar, not huge, about 60 lbs or so--- completely oblivious to my presence-- so i picked my spot, drew, released and CRAAACK! i I shot a scuplin vine about 2" in diameter that i had failed to see earlier between me and the hog . My nock was ejected from the shaft and it actually landed closer to the hog than my arrow did. The hog relocated...
NEXT- i was walking and pretty much daydreaming when i was snatched back to reality by a 3 foot copperhead. I guess my subconcious picked up on it and relayed that to my feet just in time for me to stop walking.... one more step would have put me well within striking distance...i showed him what an Ace hex head looks like up close and then i continued....
Around three oclock I found a series of ditches that had filled with water following the recent storms in that area. i skirted the ditches for about fifteen minutes when FINALLY- i saw the freshest of all rooting.... about 30 yds away was a big ole fat sow with her head down, shoveling away at the muddy gunk in the ditch.... It took me a few minutes to get the wind with me, but after getting right i started towards her. At about 15 yards or so I let one rip and heard a loud THWACK!!!!!!!!!! The sow went down with a loud squeal... i thought she was done and walked toward her... she stood up, and took off like she'd been fired from a cannon... Two things were evident 1) she didn't look 100% healthy, and 2) she didn't look like she was gonna stop anytime soon. I took up the trail- i found no blood but i did find my arrow about 20 yards from where she was hit- then i knew why there was no blood. my arrow struck her where the neck meets the shoulder blade, closer to the shoulder blade, and my arrow was stopped cold. I was shooting a MAgnus II, 125 Gr. from a 55# longbow...I've bent broadheads before, but never quite this bad.. Hogs 2, Dendy 0.
I have some good pictures to accompany this story, but i cant get them to load..... sorry.