aussiehunter
10-01-06, 01:52 PM
Luke came down from Weipa on his days off again to spend a couple days chasing some boars.Wants to blood his new Bowtech.He picked up a small boar driving in so he was happy.
The wet season has begun and water is starting to sit around in places and we have to watch where we drive.We decide to be a bit cheeky and head down to a large creek that I know has not been hunted for some time.Crossing a few slippery patches of mud as we go I mention to Luke,"If it starts raining while we are away,we better high tail it back"
Its late afternoon when we arrive and we spot a brindle boar up ahead travelling towards the winding creek.
Luke bolts out after the boar after grabbing his bow as I follow up with the camera and my bow. No luck, he has dissapeared. We cross the creek hoping to pick him up again but to no avail. Walking down a track we spell a dead animal. Upon sneaking in closer it looks like a brumby and low and behold 3 dingos having a feed.
Luke takes the camera as I go in for a stalk.The wind seemed to be in my favour as I use a small patch of scrub around some large gums for cover. I have one dog slightly off to my left ,one directly in front on the carcase and a smaller dog on the opposite side of the horse.
I was about 15 to 18 metres off of the dog to my left when he was spooked and bolted.The dog on the horse just looked up and contuined feeding.
I concertrated on her now, walked in a little closer , took a relaxing breath , held the pin behind her shoulder,as she was quartering away now. I held the pin there as I brought my finger around and placed on the trigger.[Doesnt matter how many timesI line up on game,man I get a rush!!!!]Ii] let out another calming breath,and released the arrow.
I heard a loud crack as if I had missed the dog and the arrow had struck a heavy bone in the horse.The dog swirled around and took off has if a bolt of lighting had hit her in the rear. I watched the dog streak off towards the creek, I could only follow her for 30 metres til she dissapeared into the scrub.
I felt I had released well but funny things can happen. Looking back at Luke I asked how the shot looked,but unfortuantly he hadnt postioned himself well and was shooting the footage through quiet a bit of foliage.
I walk over to the carcase and found no arrow, by this time Luke has joined me. I review the video footage,but nothing could be learnt. We head off in the direction whereI last saw the running dog and start to see blood sign.
I find my arrow less the broadhead covered in deep rich red blood,we spot smaller spots of blood ,but now the light is fading. I scout out ahead hoping to see her close but no luck. We decide to come back in the morning and pick up the trail, hopfully no rain tonight.
Arriving back in the morning,we quietly stalk in ,in case we may have some company,but no joy. Luke picks up the blood trail again, he is on his knees as I carry the bows and camera.{handy having your own tracker.lol] Blood splatters are contuinious, drops here and there on fallen timber and leaves, smudge marks on sides of small saplings.
We come to a steep creek bank,the creek is still dry,the trail goes down and up to the other side,then runs out!!!! Luke scouts around the last blood sign as I head up the bank and onto the edge. I head back along the edge towards Luke and suddenly smell something dead, I look to my left and here is my dog. Man oh Man ,what a relief. We had tracked her 400 metres according to my gps. She had run out of blood, I am sure....
The Outback Hunter 125 grain broadhead had cut along her shoulder ,entered her neck and slammed into the back of her skull. {thats the crack i heard} She had a severed windpipe and arteries in her neck. How she travelled this far is amazing,but considering how fast she took off this probably only took her seconds til she bled out.
This is only my second dingo to date and my largest so I am rapted. My shot was off a couple of inchs ,so I felt my self blessed,but I spose thats the good thing about a quartering away shot,u have a little room for error.It was a team efort in the end,having an extra set of eyes whist tracking helped, thankyou to Luke.
Here is a couple of pics encluding one of the wound,if its too graphic let me know and I will remove it,plus a pic of us bogged on the way home the following day. A 8.5 klm walk home in the rain at night and no torch. :lol: :lol: we normally throw the quad bike on for a backup,not this time. lesson learnt!!!! :D :D.Plus a pic of lukes first boar with his bowtech.
Cheers pat mcnamara :D
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The wet season has begun and water is starting to sit around in places and we have to watch where we drive.We decide to be a bit cheeky and head down to a large creek that I know has not been hunted for some time.Crossing a few slippery patches of mud as we go I mention to Luke,"If it starts raining while we are away,we better high tail it back"
Its late afternoon when we arrive and we spot a brindle boar up ahead travelling towards the winding creek.
Luke bolts out after the boar after grabbing his bow as I follow up with the camera and my bow. No luck, he has dissapeared. We cross the creek hoping to pick him up again but to no avail. Walking down a track we spell a dead animal. Upon sneaking in closer it looks like a brumby and low and behold 3 dingos having a feed.
Luke takes the camera as I go in for a stalk.The wind seemed to be in my favour as I use a small patch of scrub around some large gums for cover. I have one dog slightly off to my left ,one directly in front on the carcase and a smaller dog on the opposite side of the horse.
I was about 15 to 18 metres off of the dog to my left when he was spooked and bolted.The dog on the horse just looked up and contuined feeding.
I concertrated on her now, walked in a little closer , took a relaxing breath , held the pin behind her shoulder,as she was quartering away now. I held the pin there as I brought my finger around and placed on the trigger.[Doesnt matter how many timesI line up on game,man I get a rush!!!!]Ii] let out another calming breath,and released the arrow.
I heard a loud crack as if I had missed the dog and the arrow had struck a heavy bone in the horse.The dog swirled around and took off has if a bolt of lighting had hit her in the rear. I watched the dog streak off towards the creek, I could only follow her for 30 metres til she dissapeared into the scrub.
I felt I had released well but funny things can happen. Looking back at Luke I asked how the shot looked,but unfortuantly he hadnt postioned himself well and was shooting the footage through quiet a bit of foliage.
I walk over to the carcase and found no arrow, by this time Luke has joined me. I review the video footage,but nothing could be learnt. We head off in the direction whereI last saw the running dog and start to see blood sign.
I find my arrow less the broadhead covered in deep rich red blood,we spot smaller spots of blood ,but now the light is fading. I scout out ahead hoping to see her close but no luck. We decide to come back in the morning and pick up the trail, hopfully no rain tonight.
Arriving back in the morning,we quietly stalk in ,in case we may have some company,but no joy. Luke picks up the blood trail again, he is on his knees as I carry the bows and camera.{handy having your own tracker.lol] Blood splatters are contuinious, drops here and there on fallen timber and leaves, smudge marks on sides of small saplings.
We come to a steep creek bank,the creek is still dry,the trail goes down and up to the other side,then runs out!!!! Luke scouts around the last blood sign as I head up the bank and onto the edge. I head back along the edge towards Luke and suddenly smell something dead, I look to my left and here is my dog. Man oh Man ,what a relief. We had tracked her 400 metres according to my gps. She had run out of blood, I am sure....
The Outback Hunter 125 grain broadhead had cut along her shoulder ,entered her neck and slammed into the back of her skull. {thats the crack i heard} She had a severed windpipe and arteries in her neck. How she travelled this far is amazing,but considering how fast she took off this probably only took her seconds til she bled out.
This is only my second dingo to date and my largest so I am rapted. My shot was off a couple of inchs ,so I felt my self blessed,but I spose thats the good thing about a quartering away shot,u have a little room for error.It was a team efort in the end,having an extra set of eyes whist tracking helped, thankyou to Luke.
Here is a couple of pics encluding one of the wound,if its too graphic let me know and I will remove it,plus a pic of us bogged on the way home the following day. A 8.5 klm walk home in the rain at night and no torch. :lol: :lol: we normally throw the quad bike on for a backup,not this time. lesson learnt!!!! :D :D.Plus a pic of lukes first boar with his bowtech.
Cheers pat mcnamara :D
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/aussiehunter1964/IMGA0337.jpg
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/aussiehunter1964/IMGA0339.jpg
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/aussiehunter1964/IMGA0343.jpg
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/aussiehunter1964/IMGA0333.jpg