Well, my brother has been trekking from New Jersey to hunt turkey and this is his third year to hunt with me. This year his buddy, Scott came with him, and I'm doing a hunt swap with him, Rios for a Florida gator hunt in September.
We got to the lease late yesterday and the two of them went out to put up blinds while I unloaded trucks and got camp ready. I also checked my feeders only to find that the big one had almost 500 pounds of corn and was not running. The other two were good and I pulled cameras to check cards. Back in camp, I found all three feeders were visited often by tons of pigs, a couple of deer and jakes and hens.
This morning, 4/1/12, the two of them headed out to hunt at 5:30 and I was still in bed. I finally for up, ate breakfast and decided I was going to bowhunt pigs this morn. I got to my stand around 6:30 am, got settled in and closed my eyes to listen. Before long I could here turkey gobbling along the creek and some turkey flying down from roost.
At 6:59 am, I heard a noise to my right, looked over and 10 pigs were coming to the feeder. It went off at 7, they scattered but shortly made their way back. One particular boar was dark as coal, big chested and I guessed him close to 150 pounds. This boar did not go to the feeder but instead chose to chew on a rotten limb where I had poured buck juice a week or so ago. He was five yards from my ladder stand and I drew on him, waiting on broadside shot.
Alas, he never turned and I decided to try and spine him. I released the arrow and it him him just to the right. He took off, of course taking Magnus tipped CE Aramid with him. I sat in the stand until about 8:00 am listening to the turkey yelps and gobbles, and decided to go look for the pig. I followed a sparse blood trail for about 50 yards, and then a better trail with spray for about 100 yards before the brute crossed the property line and went into some thick stuff on the next ranch.
Larry (brother) and Scott have heard a few turkey this morning but nothing has happened as of yet.
More to come as the week progresses.
We got to the lease late yesterday and the two of them went out to put up blinds while I unloaded trucks and got camp ready. I also checked my feeders only to find that the big one had almost 500 pounds of corn and was not running. The other two were good and I pulled cameras to check cards. Back in camp, I found all three feeders were visited often by tons of pigs, a couple of deer and jakes and hens.
This morning, 4/1/12, the two of them headed out to hunt at 5:30 and I was still in bed. I finally for up, ate breakfast and decided I was going to bowhunt pigs this morn. I got to my stand around 6:30 am, got settled in and closed my eyes to listen. Before long I could here turkey gobbling along the creek and some turkey flying down from roost.
At 6:59 am, I heard a noise to my right, looked over and 10 pigs were coming to the feeder. It went off at 7, they scattered but shortly made their way back. One particular boar was dark as coal, big chested and I guessed him close to 150 pounds. This boar did not go to the feeder but instead chose to chew on a rotten limb where I had poured buck juice a week or so ago. He was five yards from my ladder stand and I drew on him, waiting on broadside shot.
Alas, he never turned and I decided to try and spine him. I released the arrow and it him him just to the right. He took off, of course taking Magnus tipped CE Aramid with him. I sat in the stand until about 8:00 am listening to the turkey yelps and gobbles, and decided to go look for the pig. I followed a sparse blood trail for about 50 yards, and then a better trail with spray for about 100 yards before the brute crossed the property line and went into some thick stuff on the next ranch.
Larry (brother) and Scott have heard a few turkey this morning but nothing has happened as of yet.
More to come as the week progresses.
keep at it.
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