Friday morning arrived at 3:30 a.m. to wait on our hunters to arrive. It was a solid hour and ten minute drive to the property where we were planning to hog hunt, but our day started off on the wrong foot. Hunters were missing… 3 to be exact. After waiting around for 30 minutes longer than we had planned, we headed out with half the hunters we were expected. No worries, they’ll just get more attention and hopefully more opportunities as a result.
We hadn’t even pulled all the way across the culvert into the field when the action started. I threw up my hands and shouted there were pigs in the field. The brakes were slammed on and I ran back to the other vehicle. “Get your guns and get them loaded!”
When everybody had a loaded weapon, I led the stalk down a cedar fenceline towards the pigs. They were probably 500 yards from the trucks, but didn’t have a clue we were in the same world. Perfect.
400 yards, 300 yards, 200 yards, finally we got as close as we could without leaving the cover of the fenceline at just about 125 yards. With 3 guns, I needed to get all 3 sighted on different pigs. I talked with each guy about which pig to put their crosshairs on and then started the countdown. “3, 2, 1, …” Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! Sounded like a dove shoot.
In only seconds, 20 pigs vanished into a sea of high grass and completely dissappeared. But just as soon, the pigs made a fatal mistake. Ran right towards us!
I was holding the guys off telling them to hold their fire, hold their fire, don’t shoot, don’t shoot.
80, 70, 60, 40, 30 yards.
“Take em’ boys!”
The second volley was launched with alot more effectiveness. A big brown sow took 2 solid hits in the midsection, and a piglet was flattened as the herd made their turn only 20 yards in front of us.
Finally, as the herd was thundering off into the woods, we looked back in the field to see one latecomer. A solid black piggie. She slammed on the breaks, but the guys were ready. Boom, boom! Dusted!
At this point there was a bunch of whooping and back slapping and “I can’t believe that just happened” going on.
The only thing that would have made things better is if just one gun had been a shotgun loaded with buckshot. As those pigs came by the fenceline, there were pigs overlapping at one point for a solid 10-12 feet. Can you imagine?!?!?! I sure can, porkpalooza!!!
At this point, the pressure was off and we carted the hunters off to their stands. After they were in position, we began picking up the pigs, getting them dressed, and drove them off to the walk-in-cooler.
Only one of hunters saw a pig after they got in their stands, but he couldn’t get a shot.
The rest of the pictures will explain the rest of the day. Lunch, relaxing, etc.
Relaxing under the big oak tree.
BBQ over hot coals = Fine eating!
“Click” beetle
With the afternoon calling for high in the mid-90s, everybody agreed that cutting the day short was the right thing to do especially a pig apiece already on the ground.
Great hunt with a good group of guys. I definitely look forward to guiding some more pig hunts in the future.
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