Ok I am back from my hog hunt. I am so tired it is crazy. I havent had any sleep. Maybe 5 hours in 2 days of climbing mountains during the day and partying at night.
Me and my friend had a great time. I connected on a farrel hog that weighed in at 600lbs. He was black and white. My friend stuck a red farrel hog that was 400lbs. We had a blast. This wasnt my first hog hunt but it was for my friend. He was amazed how tough these animals are. His hog ran off with a perfect heart shot, dumping like niagra falls. Then didnt go down for about 4 minutes. He triued to stalk up for another shot but couldnt get it.
My hog was 32 yards and quartering away. " Perfect " I drew and he turned broadside. I couldnt complain then either. I took the shot and smacked him behind the leg but not as low as I wanted. It was a perfect double lung but I wanted heart. He ran off and my arrow was laying on the ground where he was standing. My friend chuck got my arrow as I followed the giant. He handed me the arrow and I inspected it. I re-nocked the arrow and stalked up for another shot. I took the shot and it was 2 inches from the other hole. He ran off again. He was now leaking very good!!! But it told him nothing. I again got my arrow off the ground and re-nocked it. Once again I stalked up to about 20 yards and drilled him quartering away. Tis one was perfect right through the heart. He went 10 yards and fell on my arrow.
We had 2 hogs down and memories we wont forget.
