An expert, I ain't, but that sure does not keep me from enjoying some serious hog hunting. I'd wanted to hunt wild boars for about as long as I can remember and I finally took the step, along with a couple of Buddies in 2007. We went to a place near Waynesboro, Ga. and we had a blast. Between the three of us we took two hogs, what most call meat hogs of around 80 lbs. One of them, the first, ended up being shot with ALL four hunters present and at a range of about 5 yds, no kidding!
I shot the second later that afternoon and wanting to be a good Buddy stayed in my tree until dark after whacking him, so as not to cause a commotion for the rest of the hunters by getting down and going over to him. After all, he was in plain sight and only about 65 yards away in the swamp. Well, perhaps I should have said plain sight while it was still light out. Took us a solid 30-40 mins to find him, after mucking around in that swamp. oooops!
We went to a place in S.C. next (previous place was closed) and the less said about that trip, the better. We did meet some nice fellas hunting at the same time as us. But only one hog was seen and shot. There was good food though! We pretty much hit the jackpot with place #3, however. Another SE Georgia area near Wrightsville, Ga. and boy did we have a great hunt.
The weather was cold for the first day and rainy part of the second, but on the afternoon of days 2 & 3 Al and I shot some BIG hogs. For the record, this place is fair chase, no fences or stocking. Simply wild Georgia hogs that abound in this area and also grow to size X-large.
I had found some very fresh sign while stillhunting during the rainy morning #2 and decided to hunt an old stand I also found in the same area that very afternoon. Lucky for us the pouring rain ended during mid afternoon and we were in our stands by about 3 PM. Sunset was about 5:55 that day and finally at around 6:15 I heard, then saw a hog; a monster.
As he walked through the swamp at an angle and passed behind some trees, I got up and turned and then shot as he came out from behind a tree at about 45 yds. Down he went; up he got, down he went, up he tried to get, twice more. Four shots in quick succession and now he was still. Make that four 270gr Gold Dot SPs from a Marlin .44 mag carbine.
I sat down for a couple minutes to calm myself (and reload). I got down and the closer I got, the bigger he looked. Just before getting close enough to poke him with my gun barrel, I thought better of it and picked up a small stick instead and threw it at him. I hit him mid ribs and all of a sudden he was wantin' up again! I poked one more Gold Dot through his neck from about 10' and about 15 seconds shot #5 seemed to do the task.
It took 3 grown men 30 minutes to drag this thing 50 yds on fairly level ground and another 10-15 minutes to heave him up on the tailgate of the truck. It was almost 9 PM when he was finally loaded. We celebrated that night, but were up and attum again early next morning. Nada thing. That afternoon my Buddy Al heard a big hog coming in to his stand and he ended up whacking another big ole Georgia hog. Only two of us for this load (no drag, thank goodness!) onto the truck. My back aches at the memory.
We'll be back for our 2011 (January) hog hunt mid month and we are both already jabbering about it.
How's that for a load?
He was long and ugly too
Al and his big sow
Hog hunting heaven under a roof
It wasn't as much fun butchering as it looks right there