Lucky with bushpig!
I have had the good fortune of encountering bushpig in daylight hours three times now.
The missus was having a wee on a late afternoon stalk and nearly rolled down the hill when two big sows and a juvenile passed within 6 feet of her! We gave chase but the grass was long and every time I raised my rifle they'd drop into another hole.
Another time we were sitting at a waterhole on the Kana River, lying in ambush for a chobe bushbuck when a sounder of nine pigs came in to drink at the small shady waterhole. We watched them for about 15 minutes before they moved off; sows and young. My ram showed up a couple of hours later...
The boar in the pictures below was taken on a cattle property at Nylstroom, now known as Modimolle. It was about 10am and we were walking along the edge of a broad washaway, hoping to convince a big reedbuck ram to flush out into the open and give me the opportunity for a shot. As we passed a tree, I spotted three bushpigs that we had disturbed racing down the washaway…
As my PH set up the shooting sticks he hissed “The last one’s the biggest…shoot the last one.” The mob of pigs dropped into a gully that would funnel them up the hill into the timber or further down the washaway and out of sight. Turns out they chose the hill and I found the big pig bringing up the rear of the group, set the reticle on his fat arse and fired. As I approached the pig, I could see it was a boar. Only metres away from him, the old boar got up on his front feet and snapped his jaws at me, so I put a bullet neatly into his chest. Beautiful shining silver boar. One of my all-time favorite trophies and very close to the top of my list!!
The PH I was with had been hunting professionally for 14 years - it was the third bushpig he had collected in that entire time and the first boar - the others were sows.
The red river and giant forest hog are essential hunting for me, so that's the next big trip...