I headed out this afternoon to sit on a scrape line but didn't get too far. I noticed a dark object or two off in the distance and stopped to glass them. They turned out to be a small mob of pigs so I stalked over to them. The wind was terrible. As I got closer I looked through the binos to check on them and saw that they were boars after a sow on heat. I got a bit excited but kept it together enough to get to about 150m.
Then I had to belly crawl 50m to a small rocky outcrop. There was no cover fo about 500m in any direction so thankfully the grass was long enough to help conceal me. The wind was very iffy so I set up the video camera and prepared for the shot.
A last look through the binos revealed that one of the boars dwarfed the others. I could see his tusks protruding out of his lips and he wasn't putting up with any nonsense from the others. He was a fair way off. At least 100m. They were initially making their way towards me and I was expecting some close quarter contact but, as pigs do they did a 180 and were now heading away. The big boy was side on and I took a bead on his shoulder with my faithful Lyman GPR. Then ne turned and walked away. BUGGER!
I kept on him and he briefly turned sideways. No need to tell me twice. I touched off the shot...
He bunched and then bolted with the rest of the mob. I was shaking. Did I get him? He was so far, probably 110m, a long shot but I had done it before. I had a good rest, the rifle is a dream with the Davis Deerslayer triggers (you got to get them). I turned off the video camera and reloaded.
I found a pretty good blood trail but the grass had red colouration all through it as well. I rang my farmer friend to tell him what had happened. I then got out the pink surveyors tape and began to mark his trail. As I was going along I saw a boar walk very slowly off a nearby dam. I couldn't see any blood on his side but that meant nothing.
I tracked the boar for about 250metres - right to the dam edge. Oh no, that must have been him walking away. This is going to end badly! I peaked over the dam edge ready to do battle & there he was not 5 metres in front of me dead in the water. Happy days.
I tried to drag him out of the water but it took all my strength to move him a few metres. He was a real old warrior. The shot was about two inches low and back from where I wouldve preferred but the 45gn Lyman great plains bullet did its job.
About then my mate arrived with a truck full of dogs & kids & they were all excited to see the big pig. I took some great pics and we weighed him on a set of scales he brought with him. A real good pig is about 100kg, this guy went 114kg and had a perfect set of tusks. He was a brute to skin, especially with the huge fighting pad on his shoulder, but he is going on the wall for sure. Best thing is I get to go do it all again tomorrow morning - maybe...