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Wild
Hog Bowhunting - 2003
A Bowhunt In Progress by Robert Hoague |
A Wild Hog Bowhunt In Progress - 2003
April
3 - The "Stealthy" Boar Messes Up
Late afternoon wind gusts persisted as sunlight lit up everything viewible at ground level. Poof, the wind shoved some cedar limbs backward and I saw down the trail to my right. At exactly the right time, too. Up the trail 35 yards, a black boar stepped silently into the trail's path. I froze. Soon the boar walked into the brush and I picked up spots of black moving closer. I was already holding my bow and I hooked up my release. I saw the boar walk directly behind my other tripod and look up at the empty seat. Then, still silently, it walked to the other side of the cedar where my tripod is (this tripod has me in the seat). I didn't budge ... I felt every second pass. Until, through the green cedar limbs below me the boar's black body came into view. I wanted to be full draw before it cleared the limbs. The problem was the boar was only a yard from my tripod leg -- and this particular super alert hog had busted me before. NEXT |