HuntingGold
AH elite
- Joined
- Dec 8, 2012
- Messages
- 1,484
- Reaction score
- 3,364
- Location
- South-Central Oregon
- Media
- 148
- Hunted
- South Africa, Argentina, Romania, United States (Oregon, Washington, Idaho, California and Wyoming)
The last day of our five day hunt was nice. The weather was good. We ate breakfast and it was clear Lammie was ready to go.
Off we went. We hit all the usual spots without success. We started expanding our range until we finally came to rest on a hilltop overlooking a brushy valley with a waterhole in the bottom. I raised my binoculars and almost immediately saw warthogs dashing about, then out came the boar. He was clearly engaged in chasing. I think we all saw the same thing at once. The sticks and rifle were gathered. It was clear we were going for a long walk and would spend some time in the brush. I asked my daughter if she wanted to stay in the truck and after some thought, she said yes. Glad she did.
Lammie, Attie and I headed off down the hill, occasionally testing wind. All was good. Every once in awhile Lammie would use his binoculars to check to see if the warthogs were still there. Some were but he had not seen the boar in some time. Finally we were in the bottom of the valley and below the waterhole. Attie led us to the opposite hillside where we fought brush to gain an uphill view. It was not easy going and my poor guide lost some blood thanks to some thorn that took him in the face. Though I dont know Africaans... I do know those words that were slightly more than mumbled!
Finally we found ourselves in small opening in the brush just above the pond. Two small warthogs.
Just saw the time... I gotta get to work!
We stayed on that hillside until finally the boar came out of a hole with another. Eventually I was able to take a shot despite uneven footing and all the whatnot. BOOM WHOP and my boar made a dash. We could see he was hit too far back but he was stumbling as he hit the brush line. I heard a crash and was convinced he was down... but we had to find him
Since the boar was hit too far back, he did not leave much blood sign. Attie did a tremendous job and found him after about a half hour of work.
Sorry to be so brief but I must go!
Off we went. We hit all the usual spots without success. We started expanding our range until we finally came to rest on a hilltop overlooking a brushy valley with a waterhole in the bottom. I raised my binoculars and almost immediately saw warthogs dashing about, then out came the boar. He was clearly engaged in chasing. I think we all saw the same thing at once. The sticks and rifle were gathered. It was clear we were going for a long walk and would spend some time in the brush. I asked my daughter if she wanted to stay in the truck and after some thought, she said yes. Glad she did.
Lammie, Attie and I headed off down the hill, occasionally testing wind. All was good. Every once in awhile Lammie would use his binoculars to check to see if the warthogs were still there. Some were but he had not seen the boar in some time. Finally we were in the bottom of the valley and below the waterhole. Attie led us to the opposite hillside where we fought brush to gain an uphill view. It was not easy going and my poor guide lost some blood thanks to some thorn that took him in the face. Though I dont know Africaans... I do know those words that were slightly more than mumbled!
Finally we found ourselves in small opening in the brush just above the pond. Two small warthogs.
Just saw the time... I gotta get to work!
We stayed on that hillside until finally the boar came out of a hole with another. Eventually I was able to take a shot despite uneven footing and all the whatnot. BOOM WHOP and my boar made a dash. We could see he was hit too far back but he was stumbling as he hit the brush line. I heard a crash and was convinced he was down... but we had to find him
Since the boar was hit too far back, he did not leave much blood sign. Attie did a tremendous job and found him after about a half hour of work.
Sorry to be so brief but I must go!
