Just returned home after a few days of hunting in Central and West Texas; the good news was that it was a great series of hunts, I shot a few hogs with different Airguns, got out for quite a few rabbits in my down time from pigs, and I got to a feedlot to shot feral pigeons…… Lots of shooting! The bad side is I came home with a raging case of flu, and I’m on my way out West tomorrow to tour universities with my youngest daughter….
One of the hunts that I quite enjoyed saw me out with the Hatsan Hercules in .45. I was dropped at a blind that overlooked a feeder and mud wallow that always draws pigs. I’ve noticed that it tends to be smaller, younger, and yes, dumber hogs that come in during daylight. Under hunting pressure the big ones, especially the big dominate boars tend to go nocturnal, laying up during the day. So I did not have an expectation of finding anything big, but I did expect to see pork on the cloven hoof!
I settled in, and within an hour pigs started coming in, as excited they were all in the 40 – 80lb class. They were also very jumpy, they would run in the run out just as quickly. Finally I had one move out to where I had a good broadside head shot, and just as I was squeezing off the shot a second bigger one approached my target for a fight. I was committed to the shot and followed through, and when the .45 caliber roundball smacked him in the head just below the eye, he rolled over DOA. The challenger, which I could now see was a better pig, was off in a flash.
With all the pigs exploding off in different directions, I sat and watched for a few minutes. Nothing else was going to happen, so I climbed out of the blind to collect my cameras and go have a look at my entry for our next BBQ. With my back to the wallow, I was pulling my rifle out in case I needed a finishing shot. I doubted this because I hadn’t seen the dead pig move, and when I turned to walk over was surprised to see three more little hogs back at the wallow. They’d walked in while I was turned around, and with the wind in my favor and their attention on food and wallowing had not seen me.
I dropped on my backside and pulled my shooting sticks out of my pocket, mounted the rifle, and lined up another shot. With a bang and the sound of the roundball hitting home for the second head shot in 20 minutes, the pig fell over. And then I realized what I had done ….. I’ll never learn!
My hunting blood was up and I took the shot, with the pig in the middle of an oozy, stinking, #@# filled wallow of muck, and I had to get the pig out before he sank! I ran over, ignoring the first pig, and threw a few dead tree limbs into the muck, to slow down me sinking into it as I reached out to grab a leg. I got it, but it was so muddy and slippery I could hold on. To make thing worse the mud acted like a suction cup and would not release the pig. Running back to my pack I grabbed my game carrier, which is a series of nooses I slip over the heads of rabbits and squirrels, and ran back. Taking a noose and slipping it over the leg of my slowly sinking swine, I put my back into it and pulled him out. Such was the effect of the mud, I almost broke my back pulling this little 70 lb animal out…… But I had him!
My clothing and my person on the other hand, were a muddy, stinking mess. When I got back to the ranch I showered, and carefully bundling up my cloths, threw them in the trash to be burned! I’ve done this before, and my homecoming reception when bringing back cloths in this condition is …… Shall we say less than warm. The jeans were old and falling apart anyways!
So I was there for four days and this was but one hunt, and videos will come out on my site shortly. Next week it’s university of Washington with my daughter, then I leave for Denmark on business …….. But then it’s another hunt, this time a few days in South Dakota (providing the PDogs are coming out), then it’s turkey madness in April, with trips to ZVirginia and California on the books!