Piggy
24-04-05, 04:42 PM
This is the story behind my photo of the month photo.
Having been out in a ground blind about an hour before dawn and watching the sun rise and the chital travel past my position about 100m away, a little to far for a bow shot but I was willing them with all my might.
About an hour later one of the boys could see a mob of pigs from his tree stand at a small water hole about 60m from position and called me on the radio to let me know. As I started my stalk I turned the radio off and went after the pigs, as I closed the gap to 50m I saw my mate bolting along the tree line coming straight towards me pointing at something behind me as I turned I saw the biggest black and white boar ever seen by either of us he was huge and walking off into the long grass.
We both went in after him as he was following a sow but lost him in the long grass
I can«ÉŸt tell you how big he was just to say he was a monster.
We continued off through the long grass looking for bedded stags and separated to meet up later for lunch. As it was getting warm I stopped by the river for a rest looking for hogs but just saw a lot of burnt black logs so I took of my pack and had a kip for about half an hour or so.
I awoke and put my gear back on and walked about 20m and saw what I thought to be another black log but this one warranted a look with the binos and sure enough it was a boar sleeping in the riverbed. I stalked down the sandy bank and up behind a pile of branches and debris in the riverbed at about 20m from the sleeping hog.
I knocked a 2216 arrow with a razor sharp 125g Woody Supreme broad head, focused on my point of aim and released, the arrow passed straight through the boar and buried its self in the sand, the boar stood up and looked around, obviously had no idea he had just been shot through the lungs and started to walk off so I knocked another arrow and again another shot clean through his vital area.
He started to walk up the bank of the river and about 10m from his original bed he dropped and rolled down the bank to where he was napping only moments ago.
This was my first boar with this bow and although he is only small it«ÉŸs still a boar for me to be pleased with, I took the photo«ÉŸs using a self timer on my digital camera and this is my first attempt at writing a story of one mornings hunt.
Another happy hunter
Piggy.
Having been out in a ground blind about an hour before dawn and watching the sun rise and the chital travel past my position about 100m away, a little to far for a bow shot but I was willing them with all my might.
About an hour later one of the boys could see a mob of pigs from his tree stand at a small water hole about 60m from position and called me on the radio to let me know. As I started my stalk I turned the radio off and went after the pigs, as I closed the gap to 50m I saw my mate bolting along the tree line coming straight towards me pointing at something behind me as I turned I saw the biggest black and white boar ever seen by either of us he was huge and walking off into the long grass.
We both went in after him as he was following a sow but lost him in the long grass
I can«ÉŸt tell you how big he was just to say he was a monster.
We continued off through the long grass looking for bedded stags and separated to meet up later for lunch. As it was getting warm I stopped by the river for a rest looking for hogs but just saw a lot of burnt black logs so I took of my pack and had a kip for about half an hour or so.
I awoke and put my gear back on and walked about 20m and saw what I thought to be another black log but this one warranted a look with the binos and sure enough it was a boar sleeping in the riverbed. I stalked down the sandy bank and up behind a pile of branches and debris in the riverbed at about 20m from the sleeping hog.
I knocked a 2216 arrow with a razor sharp 125g Woody Supreme broad head, focused on my point of aim and released, the arrow passed straight through the boar and buried its self in the sand, the boar stood up and looked around, obviously had no idea he had just been shot through the lungs and started to walk off so I knocked another arrow and again another shot clean through his vital area.
He started to walk up the bank of the river and about 10m from his original bed he dropped and rolled down the bank to where he was napping only moments ago.
This was my first boar with this bow and although he is only small it«ÉŸs still a boar for me to be pleased with, I took the photo«ÉŸs using a self timer on my digital camera and this is my first attempt at writing a story of one mornings hunt.
Another happy hunter
Piggy.