I only used a Cold Steel Boar knife and Ten Point Crossbow. I brought 25 bolts and my puppy. He's kinda the reason I wound up with the rib damage. I left late Thursday and arrived very early Friday morning. I spent the morning checking trails and scat. I had the farm owner (a friend of mine named Bud) give me the lay of the land including 2 creek sides in which they've seen a lot of boar activity. After scoping things out, I spent the rest of the day sleeping and re-checking scat patterns while laying some food traps along the creeks. They all had nice plateaus that overlooked them with plenty of cover (think fish barrel) I killed 3 along a ridge line and phoned the property owner to come pick them up on his quad. He has one of those hunting cameras and he's spotted at least 4 that are in excess of 400lbs. They've caused more damage to his property in the past few years than you can put a tag on. He even hired some pro hunters from TX earlier in the season but they wound up nabbing a few 100lbers, but nothing more. Anyway, the 1st 3 kills were easy pickins.. open shots, clear view in the open... candy from a baby. As for the great Satchmo.. He didn't meet an animal in the wild that he didn't want to be friends with.. bringing him, while a great adventure for him, was a mistake. We encountered a litter of about 8 piglets and Satchmo ran straight down to play with them..and play they did... It was cute but I knew momma wasn't far away. Sure enough, she wasn't and she charged him. My puppy is insanely fast. (he's half beagle half basinji) and he ran for his little life. It was funny because he'd circle by the piglets and they'd try to play with him.. he knew it was no time to play as momma was trying to gorge him to death.. I didn't want to take my shot while they were running erratic circles.. he finally broke into a straight line and I backed up along the ridge... I took down the mom, one through the eye and one through the heart. To be frank, I didn't have the heart to kill the piglets. Bud said he had a buddy over at Miss State in the Ag dept that would take them.. so we rounded them up and caged them for him to take over there later. I stuck around late because I was determined to take down one of those 400lbers.. I wound up getting two. Nothing I killed was under 200lbs. Anyway, I had camped at this spot I was sure they'd come to.. I left a lot of food by a fresh muddy creekside.. Bud had left his wife and kids at home to join the hunt (and make sure Satchmo wouldn't pull anymore shenanigans)... It was creepy. I could hear them on all 3 sides but you couldn't see them. Moonlight was slim. It was wet from the rain and near freezing cold.. I could finally draw a bead on one of the bigguns... I slid flat across the mud to get a clear shot and then Satchmo did this thing that he does when his ears get wet. He spins his head side to side flapping his ears. It's really loud. Needless to say, it spooked the boar and one of the big ones took back off through the opening.. I figured he was just gone.. I re-positioned myself and focused my eyes to make sure I was going to get a kill **** through the next when I heard a rustle in the bushes and squeal that was getting closer and closer.. The boar didn't run away, it was coming for us. He caught me flat laying on the ground (did you know they can run 35 mph? I now do) and drove me like a bulldozer into a tree about 30 yards away (no kidding). I was surprised that they don't 'ram'... they just keep driving and trying to gore you with their tusks. I couldn't move, I was pinned.. and this isn't bravado talking, I'm really ******* strong. I squat over 600lbs and if I can't drive you off.. you're a bull.. when I heard/felt the ribs pop I knew it was time for action. I had dropped my bow right before he hit me. I knew I was going to get it and didn't want to squeeze off a wild shot into my dog or my buddy so I dropped it. I grabbed my boar knife from my boot and rammed it straight up his throat. He let out a blood curdling scream.. I didn't want to hear that or scare the other boar. I got his snout and got on top of him.. From ear to ear I ripped his throat out. My friend Bud knew I was crazy, now he thinks I'm superman... So now I am pissed off, covered in blood and god knows what disease.. My ribs are crunching like potato chips and I'm ready to go home. I picked up my cross bow and jumped down into the ravine (**** it, I've already been charged once)... Some of them scurried but the big boar stood it's ground and got low. Before he could charge, I put one in his head and one in his throat. Dead on the spot. My "No Shave November" beard came to an end because we couldn't get all of the blood out of my beard. I went to the Dr's the next day. Turns out I have 2 broken and 2 cracked ribs. They gave me drugs that aren't working and more god damned shots than I want to remember. I hate needles but apparently Boars have cooties.. so I had to get shots for that and another set of shots in a week because the wound broke the skin. All in all, I had a blast. I love my dog but he's staying in the farm house next time. I don't like hunting with guns, although I like guns. Nothing against it, just personal preference. I want the animal to have some sort of chance to kill me as I have him. No one said I was normal.. I've had this festering rage building up for a while and this was a good release. So... where's the Iron Bowl parties next week?
ha. Tom, I'm crazy not a fool. Ralph, we should go Boar hunting sometime. I'm not big on the pig stick or the rifle action.. I'm kinda odd like that.. but it would be fun.
Corey, it would be nice to catch up and kick a few hogs up. Showing my stupidity as always I lived to catch hogs with dogs in my younger years, looking back my first year of marriage I hog hunted every weekend instead of spending time with my wife. Now 27 years later I wish I would have spent those earlier years with my wife and kept the hog hunting for life in my later years. I would have accrued a lot more sex that way.... :shock: As a farmer and land manager of 3,000 acres I look at hogs as a total nuisance and nothing but trouble. They eat my citrus off the tree, break branches off my peaches to get to the fruit and rotovate my land where it knocks the fillings out of your mouth as you drive through where they have been. The enjoyment of catching the with dogs is a memory of a long time ago and now I only see them as a destructive pest. So anyway they can be removed from the property is a good one. Your story line would make a good movie script, you are lucky if you can call breaking ribs lucky that is all the damage you incurred from the boar hog. I broke a rib last spring and felt like a little girl because it hurt like a bitch for weeks...
Oh no, I'm sore like you can't believe (actually, it seems you can) but it's the shots that drive me nuts. I had to get tons of shots and will have to get follow ups. Do you have a bad problem with hogs on your land? I'm rather fond of killing
Jesus. If I had been in the situation, my wife would have been posting on SB about my untimely death from a heart attack and bitching about the the funeral home charging extra for removing a tusk from my skull and cleaning the **** from my trousers.
Mexico to cull 50,000 wild boars from US invasion http://news.yahoo.com/mexico-cull-50-000-wild-boars-us-invasion-210824962.html
I'm with you Bobda. I killed a 200 pound boar once....he was complete with 3 inch sharpened tusks.....but it was with my 12 gauge although it was in a very thick thicket and I was only about 15 feet away and I was pretty nervous about "nicking" him and pissing him off. I didn't have the back-up boar knife either.. Corey.....I'm not effing with you anymore you crazy sumbitch....
Dave, Corey is a pussy cat... :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: Now Cindy... that's another story altogether. Ask her employees... she could turn away a 400 pound boar with her "What did you do?" stare. 8) 8) 8)
I'm just now catching up on the Corey vs the Hogs story!! That's quite a story. Hogs are a problem here in Texas and you can now hunt them legally from a heliocopter. Funny thing is though it turns out that it's hard as hell to hit a moving hog from a moving 'chopper.