A week ago Wednesday the last thing on my mind was being able to get home early enough to hunt. Well by some miracle I got home at 3:45pm and had time to take a quick shower and get on stand by 4:15pm.
As I was walking to my stand I see something standing under my feeder. Hmmm.....that really doesn't look like a deer......"HOLY SMOKES!
That is a pig"........about the time it registered in my brain he saw me and took off in a hurry. I guessed he was about 100lbs. I dropped my stuff and ran back to the house to tell Bones that I had a pig at the feeder. Pigs aren't out of the question at my place, but in 15 years of hunting and using trailcams since they first came out, I have never seen a pig at my feeder in the daylight. They have always shown up in the middle of the night. The first thing Bones says is to turn the dogs loose. I tell him no because I am trying to put some venison in the freezer. After a few minutes I hustle back to the stand and climb into my pop up and settle in for an afternoon hunt. I look at the time and it is 4:35pm. Well no more than 10 minutes later here comes "Vato" (a picture below will explain the nickname) wandering back into the feeder. Good thing I put out some hand corn, because the feeder doesn't go off for another 30 minutes.
He starts munching on corn but is quarting too me and I also realized I had underestimated his size. Now I am thinking he will easily go over 200lbs and he has some nice cutters. Well he finally gives me a broadside view and I know it is time to feed him a Easton Axis ST400 tipped with an 85grain Slick Trick.
I raised my Hoyt and drew back the 56lbs of fury. I locked my 20 yard pin on his shoulder and let the arrow fly. I saw about half the arrow sticking out and knew I had made the perfect shot for a short tracking job. I watched him crash into the brush and then I heard him fall over. I climbed out of the blind and headed up to the house to tell Bones what happened and that I was gonna go ahead and hunt until dark to see if a doe would come in since the feeder still won't go off for another 15 minutes or so.
I head back to the stand to hunt and wait to collect my prize. 5:30pm rolls around and I just can't stand it anymore. I get out of the blind to go look for the pig and he is laying about 12 yards from where I shot him deader than a door nail.......I head back up to the house and grab Bones to help me drag him out of the woods and get him hung and gutted.
I don't see many pigs around my place, but when I do they are usually large boars with cutters. This dude has been doing a lot of fighting for sure. His skin on his lower jaw was peeled back about 3 inches and hanging down like a Gotee (sp?) and already healing back up. He also a couple of nasty cuts on his shoulder. I have the trail cam going in hopes of seeing the boar that caused all this damage.
As I was walking to my stand I see something standing under my feeder. Hmmm.....that really doesn't look like a deer......"HOLY SMOKES!
That is a pig"........about the time it registered in my brain he saw me and took off in a hurry. I guessed he was about 100lbs. I dropped my stuff and ran back to the house to tell Bones that I had a pig at the feeder. Pigs aren't out of the question at my place, but in 15 years of hunting and using trailcams since they first came out, I have never seen a pig at my feeder in the daylight. They have always shown up in the middle of the night. The first thing Bones says is to turn the dogs loose. I tell him no because I am trying to put some venison in the freezer. After a few minutes I hustle back to the stand and climb into my pop up and settle in for an afternoon hunt. I look at the time and it is 4:35pm. Well no more than 10 minutes later here comes "Vato" (a picture below will explain the nickname) wandering back into the feeder. Good thing I put out some hand corn, because the feeder doesn't go off for another 30 minutes.He starts munching on corn but is quarting too me and I also realized I had underestimated his size. Now I am thinking he will easily go over 200lbs and he has some nice cutters. Well he finally gives me a broadside view and I know it is time to feed him a Easton Axis ST400 tipped with an 85grain Slick Trick.
I raised my Hoyt and drew back the 56lbs of fury. I locked my 20 yard pin on his shoulder and let the arrow fly. I saw about half the arrow sticking out and knew I had made the perfect shot for a short tracking job. I watched him crash into the brush and then I heard him fall over. I climbed out of the blind and headed up to the house to tell Bones what happened and that I was gonna go ahead and hunt until dark to see if a doe would come in since the feeder still won't go off for another 15 minutes or so.
I head back to the stand to hunt and wait to collect my prize. 5:30pm rolls around and I just can't stand it anymore. I get out of the blind to go look for the pig and he is laying about 12 yards from where I shot him deader than a door nail.......I head back up to the house and grab Bones to help me drag him out of the woods and get him hung and gutted.
I don't see many pigs around my place, but when I do they are usually large boars with cutters. This dude has been doing a lot of fighting for sure. His skin on his lower jaw was peeled back about 3 inches and hanging down like a Gotee (sp?) and already healing back up. He also a couple of nasty cuts on his shoulder. I have the trail cam going in hopes of seeing the boar that caused all this damage.
congrats Will!
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