This trip started out as a pre-Christmas hunt with my son (Denny) and my best friend (Jim). But as time got closer things started going down hill, first Denny said that his boss said no body would be allowed to take off the week before Christmas, then Jim called and said things came up at work and he wouldn’t be able to make the trip. So I gave it some serious thought on staying home and canceling the hunt or just go it alone.
With two weeks off I decided to go and just relax and enjoy the time in the woods.
I got and early start Monday morning leaving at 05:30 and was excited about going even if it was by myself. Well 50 miles down the road and my front right tire blew! So here I am in the dark having to unload all the hunting gear out of the back seat so I can get to the darn jack. You know if you have never flipped the back seat forward in a crew cab it can be pure hell trying to figure that the seat must be flipped completely forward before the back will budge. Anyway after getting that figured out I changed the tire and drove into Wharton to try and find a place to buy a spare tire, I didn’t want to drive all the way to south Texas with out one. Finally at 7:30 and $50 I was back on the road.
I arrived at Mesquite Bow hunting right around noon and got all my gear unloaded. I told Gerald I wanted to hunt the Red Stag so we headed out and placed a couple stands where we thought we might have a chance at getting one of these elusive critters.
The first evening I set in my ladder stand where the Red Stag have been seen on regular basis, as I got situated for the evening activity I grabbed and knocked my arrow 2216 aluminum tipped with a 140gr Magnus 4 blade broad head, this arrow would be my “Chunky” arrow!
It wasn’t long and I could hear the animals in route to meet the Chunky arrow of death. The first medium size hog that stepped into my shooting lane I drew back my Black Widow bow loaded with The Chunky arrow and as the pig stepped forward I released the arrow of death! There was a solid thump as I seen the Chunky arrow sail just under the chest of the hog and stick right in the middle of the road. Yep this trip was turning out to be a real downer to say the least. Sorry Chunky I know it was the shooter and not the arrow.
I hunted the Red Stag for two solid days with only one sighting, so then Wednesday afternoon I told Gerald it was time to put some pork in the cooler, so off we went to relocate some stands one for South wind and one for the North wind we were expecting to arrive anytime. That evening as the North wind blew in I got into my ground blind we had built and waited for the evening action. We I had Black Buck, Aoudad and Fallow deer parade by me, but no hogs showed up! Well very disappointed and thinking this trip was a big waste of time and money with the darkness closing in I eased out of my blind and walked ten yards down the road and I seen hogs headed my way. I stepped off the road and slipped in behind a dead mesquite tree. Light was fading fast as they approached, I seen 6 or 8 small ones feeding first and behind them was two larger ones. I figured the way things were going I better wait for the Bigger target! As the small ones fed by I put tension on the string and as the first bigger hog stepped forward the Widow released arrow of death. I heard the arrow smack but being so close to getting dark I just didn’t see the arrow flight or hit.
I marked were the hog went into the brush and went back to camp. I told Gerald what happen so we waited while enjoying a cold one. An hour later we decided to go see what we could find, the blood trail was easy and 150 yards later we found him, bigger then what I thought so I was happy with the results.
Anyone want to guess his weight? Remember I’m no little guy I stand 6’3” and weigh a petite 275. I'll post his weight later.
The next morning I smacked another pig with a perfect knuckle shot, so what was turning out to be a trip of hunting alone and trouble didn’t turn out half bad.
I did meet another TBH there Thursday morning which was nice.
Spur I sure wish I would of gotten your message earlier.
With two weeks off I decided to go and just relax and enjoy the time in the woods.
I got and early start Monday morning leaving at 05:30 and was excited about going even if it was by myself. Well 50 miles down the road and my front right tire blew! So here I am in the dark having to unload all the hunting gear out of the back seat so I can get to the darn jack. You know if you have never flipped the back seat forward in a crew cab it can be pure hell trying to figure that the seat must be flipped completely forward before the back will budge. Anyway after getting that figured out I changed the tire and drove into Wharton to try and find a place to buy a spare tire, I didn’t want to drive all the way to south Texas with out one. Finally at 7:30 and $50 I was back on the road.
I arrived at Mesquite Bow hunting right around noon and got all my gear unloaded. I told Gerald I wanted to hunt the Red Stag so we headed out and placed a couple stands where we thought we might have a chance at getting one of these elusive critters.
The first evening I set in my ladder stand where the Red Stag have been seen on regular basis, as I got situated for the evening activity I grabbed and knocked my arrow 2216 aluminum tipped with a 140gr Magnus 4 blade broad head, this arrow would be my “Chunky” arrow!
It wasn’t long and I could hear the animals in route to meet the Chunky arrow of death. The first medium size hog that stepped into my shooting lane I drew back my Black Widow bow loaded with The Chunky arrow and as the pig stepped forward I released the arrow of death! There was a solid thump as I seen the Chunky arrow sail just under the chest of the hog and stick right in the middle of the road. Yep this trip was turning out to be a real downer to say the least. Sorry Chunky I know it was the shooter and not the arrow.
I hunted the Red Stag for two solid days with only one sighting, so then Wednesday afternoon I told Gerald it was time to put some pork in the cooler, so off we went to relocate some stands one for South wind and one for the North wind we were expecting to arrive anytime. That evening as the North wind blew in I got into my ground blind we had built and waited for the evening action. We I had Black Buck, Aoudad and Fallow deer parade by me, but no hogs showed up! Well very disappointed and thinking this trip was a big waste of time and money with the darkness closing in I eased out of my blind and walked ten yards down the road and I seen hogs headed my way. I stepped off the road and slipped in behind a dead mesquite tree. Light was fading fast as they approached, I seen 6 or 8 small ones feeding first and behind them was two larger ones. I figured the way things were going I better wait for the Bigger target! As the small ones fed by I put tension on the string and as the first bigger hog stepped forward the Widow released arrow of death. I heard the arrow smack but being so close to getting dark I just didn’t see the arrow flight or hit.
I marked were the hog went into the brush and went back to camp. I told Gerald what happen so we waited while enjoying a cold one. An hour later we decided to go see what we could find, the blood trail was easy and 150 yards later we found him, bigger then what I thought so I was happy with the results.
Anyone want to guess his weight? Remember I’m no little guy I stand 6’3” and weigh a petite 275. I'll post his weight later.
The next morning I smacked another pig with a perfect knuckle shot, so what was turning out to be a trip of hunting alone and trouble didn’t turn out half bad.
I did meet another TBH there Thursday morning which was nice.
Spur I sure wish I would of gotten your message earlier.
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