True story…. Was bow hunting for deer on a place in North East Oklahoma. Camping out of the back of my jeep Cherokee, it was supper time, dark and really cold. I cracked open a can Chef Boyardee ravioli and was warming it with my camp stove under the light of a Coleman lantern. I was all alone and it was very still and quiet except for the hiss of my camp stove. As I reached down to stir the swill, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned and looked and nearly dropped the spoon. It was the unmistakable figure of a giant boar! My mind didn’t immediately catch on because the landowner has always swore he has never seen a hog on the place in all the years it’s been in his family.
This hog was headed directly for me with his snout in the air. I yelled “HEY PIG!” and he didn’t flinch. He just kept coming towards me at a cautious pace. I yelled again but the pig was determined and kept right on coming. I instantly figured out he wasn’t after me but was seeking out the aromatic allure of the ravioli! I knew I had two choices, give way and let him have it, or put him down. It was a no-brainer, he wasn’t getting my dinner.
Was his demise gonna be my loaded Glock tucked away under the driver’s seat of the Jeep or my Muzzy loaded Bemans quivered in my compound on the rack of my 4 wheeler that was only few feet away? No time to dig for the pistol, so I sprang for the bow and quickly knocked and drew. There was no time to aim but it didn’t matter, the swine had closed to within 2 yards when I let fly. He let out a squeal that shocked the night air and in a flash he did a 180 and sprinted towards the woods, screaming the whole way.
I stood there in disbelief trying to grasp what had just transpired in a matter of about 15 seconds. I couldn’t believe it. I thought about what to do next when I realized the obvious! My ravioli was gonna burn! As I sat there enjoying the pasta wrapped mystery meat I was beaming as I felt justified in double punching my man-card.
The next morning after my unsuccessful deer hunt I tracked the blood and found him 40 yards away. The land owner was just scratching his head. BTW….he looked MUCH bigger under the glow of the Coleman.
This hog was headed directly for me with his snout in the air. I yelled “HEY PIG!” and he didn’t flinch. He just kept coming towards me at a cautious pace. I yelled again but the pig was determined and kept right on coming. I instantly figured out he wasn’t after me but was seeking out the aromatic allure of the ravioli! I knew I had two choices, give way and let him have it, or put him down. It was a no-brainer, he wasn’t getting my dinner.
Was his demise gonna be my loaded Glock tucked away under the driver’s seat of the Jeep or my Muzzy loaded Bemans quivered in my compound on the rack of my 4 wheeler that was only few feet away? No time to dig for the pistol, so I sprang for the bow and quickly knocked and drew. There was no time to aim but it didn’t matter, the swine had closed to within 2 yards when I let fly. He let out a squeal that shocked the night air and in a flash he did a 180 and sprinted towards the woods, screaming the whole way.
I stood there in disbelief trying to grasp what had just transpired in a matter of about 15 seconds. I couldn’t believe it. I thought about what to do next when I realized the obvious! My ravioli was gonna burn! As I sat there enjoying the pasta wrapped mystery meat I was beaming as I felt justified in double punching my man-card.
The next morning after my unsuccessful deer hunt I tracked the blood and found him 40 yards away. The land owner was just scratching his head. BTW….he looked MUCH bigger under the glow of the Coleman.
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