I've been patiently "patterning" a few sows (and their shoats) waiting for the right opportunity to try to shoot one. They are coming in the daylight at various hours, but fairly consistently in the late afternoon. I saw them from the kitchen window yesterday and put a stalk on them. I managed to circle around but I was too close (10 yards) as I moved behind a clump of brush and one spotted me. They scattered without a shot opportunity.
This evening I decided to sit on a chair nestled up in the brush. The group came in about half hour before dark. They actually walked in right next to me, about 5 yards away. The wind was perfect, though, and they nervously made their way into my shooting lane. I had to wait a bit for a shot op, but when one of the sows presented I grabbed my new Carter Just B Cuz, drew back and made the shot at 14 steps.
The shot was true! I waited just a couple of minutes (while I filmed my reaction) and then eased up to check blood before dark. The arrow had broken, and about 8" of it was sticking straight up from the ground with the broadhead burried.
Bright red blood painted the ground. I followed an obvious heart shot and it was a short track to recovery!
I walked back to the house to grab the Ranger, loaded her up, and assembled my new hitch hoist (ForeverLast) for the cleaning chores. Freshly quartered, organic pork is resting on ice!
Video to follow!
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This evening I decided to sit on a chair nestled up in the brush. The group came in about half hour before dark. They actually walked in right next to me, about 5 yards away. The wind was perfect, though, and they nervously made their way into my shooting lane. I had to wait a bit for a shot op, but when one of the sows presented I grabbed my new Carter Just B Cuz, drew back and made the shot at 14 steps.
The shot was true! I waited just a couple of minutes (while I filmed my reaction) and then eased up to check blood before dark. The arrow had broken, and about 8" of it was sticking straight up from the ground with the broadhead burried.
Bright red blood painted the ground. I followed an obvious heart shot and it was a short track to recovery!
I walked back to the house to grab the Ranger, loaded her up, and assembled my new hitch hoist (ForeverLast) for the cleaning chores. Freshly quartered, organic pork is resting on ice!
Video to follow!
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