Newsletter October 2018
Running cameras on a new ranch I was given permission to hunt, I quickly found out that as with almost everywhere else in Texas, big boars were easy to come by. One boar in fact, felt it necessary to make his way from tripod feeder to tripod feeder, rearing up on his haunches, hooking in his tusks on the motor frame, ripping it out to allow all the corn to empty to the ground. Things became expensive in a hurry for us. I knew I had to act quickly.
Several nights I sat on stand, waiting for him to show as he had been regularly showing up on the cameras between 9:30pm and 11:30pm without failure, every night. Three sits in a row with what I felt was a solid wind direction but he was a no show. I quickly learned how smart these large boar hogs were to hunt, as he was definitely doing a huge circle of my position prior to coming to the bait. I countered this by waiting until well after dark and stalking in on the feeder, only after I could physically hear him there, rocking the feeder with his body and tusks.
While fixated on the feeder that was emptying corn to the ground for him, I began my stalk. I slowly crept in on him, keeping the wind advantage the entire time. A green feeder light kept my visual of him constant. At a distance of approximately 25 yards, I took a knee. I settled in and waited for a broadside shot. I drew my bow and anchored in. I touched off and watched as my arrow went straight for the armored plate. The Boar squealed and erupted from under the feeder, tearing into the darkness. Seconds later, silence… I slowly crept up to where I had shot this monster Boar. With the arrow still in his shoulder plate, I became nervous. Did it get in there deep enough? I was not sure. So many times as a bow hunter we find ourselves playing this through in our minds.
I clicked my flashlight on and began to scan the low grass that lined the creek bottom where the Boar had dove back into. I caught eyes. I moved closer. One hundred yards from where I had made impact, I saw the shape of a huge object. The shaft and broad head had driven deep, finishing the job. I stood over what became my largest hog ever, bow or gun. As a hunter, I could rest easy knowing I had made an ethical kill. Mission accomplished. – Craig M.