Got word that the hogs had been hitting a farmer friend's pivot, but only in the mornings. They are much too smart to hit them at sunset when I have time to hunt them.
Another farmer friend and I decided to hit them dark and early the next morning, before work.
Sure enough, there's 20 or so under the pivot, eating wheat. As we start stalking from 400-500yds away, two boars break off ffom the group, limiting our ability to approach the group.
I told Mark, my farmer friend, to stalk as close as he can and shoot one of the boars, while his son and I try to block thier escape. He missed and everything went wrong from there.
Instead of heading for the fence, the herd goes the other way, so I chased the boars and got one. His son and I then turned the other way and chased the rest of the herd. Will, the son, is a pretty good cross country runner, and I had trouble keeping up. We caught up with them as they turned toward the canyon. After that it was a shooting gallery. Will had a mini-14 and started calmly shooting pig after pig. I shot and missed, then hit the next shot, but way back, and had to shoot him again. Then it was over.
Five pigs down. Four 150 lb'ers, and the 250 lb boar I shot first. All before 6:30 in the morning, and we didn't leave my house until about 10 after six.
We were supposed to take my truck, but he decided to bring Will and his daughter Christi, so we needed the crew cab and I forgot my camera in my truck or we'd have better pics.
By the way, Will is a senior, valedictorian of his class, and this was the last day of school. As soon as he washed up a little, he went to take final exams. I had to go to work, but I called my boss to let him know I'd be just a little late so we could get the hams and backstraps on ice.
Not a bad morning, all things considered.
Lance.
Another farmer friend and I decided to hit them dark and early the next morning, before work.
Sure enough, there's 20 or so under the pivot, eating wheat. As we start stalking from 400-500yds away, two boars break off ffom the group, limiting our ability to approach the group.
I told Mark, my farmer friend, to stalk as close as he can and shoot one of the boars, while his son and I try to block thier escape. He missed and everything went wrong from there.
Instead of heading for the fence, the herd goes the other way, so I chased the boars and got one. His son and I then turned the other way and chased the rest of the herd. Will, the son, is a pretty good cross country runner, and I had trouble keeping up. We caught up with them as they turned toward the canyon. After that it was a shooting gallery. Will had a mini-14 and started calmly shooting pig after pig. I shot and missed, then hit the next shot, but way back, and had to shoot him again. Then it was over.
Five pigs down. Four 150 lb'ers, and the 250 lb boar I shot first. All before 6:30 in the morning, and we didn't leave my house until about 10 after six.
We were supposed to take my truck, but he decided to bring Will and his daughter Christi, so we needed the crew cab and I forgot my camera in my truck or we'd have better pics.
By the way, Will is a senior, valedictorian of his class, and this was the last day of school. As soon as he washed up a little, he went to take final exams. I had to go to work, but I called my boss to let him know I'd be just a little late so we could get the hams and backstraps on ice.
Not a bad morning, all things considered.
Lance.
