Ok so I was planning on giving more detail. But it all happened so dang fast. Now for the rest of the story.
Chilly and I had placed this feeder and a now defunct ground blind last August. It has produced well for us to say the least. We made a special trip out to the ranch tonight to tear down a different set and top off the Pig Bowl feeder and instal the new feeder light in anticipation of killing hogs this weekend. We arrived at the ranch just after 5pm.
We efficiently took down the first set. We were even able to salvage about 70lbs of corn from the feeder which we were going to repurpose for a late night road chumming and pig smacking.
We made our way over to the set pictured above. After inspecting the pig bowl, we were amazed at all the traffic that has been hitting this feeder. Also, having a new light hanging from the bottom of the feeder was pretty much a must hunt situation.
The problem was that the aged popup blind was no go due to it being 5 years old and in utter disrepair. The zippers are all broke, the shoot thru mesh gives better cover than the actual fabric, and the metal rid that help it stand have all punctured through their footing.
We decided to take the two hanging stands we had just taken down and reallocate them to the Pig Bowl. We hung the stands in 10 min. Topped off the feeder and took the ranger back to the barn.
We changed clothes, took some practice shots and consumed two beverages before walking to the Pig Bowl.
We took our spots adjacent to one another. And I started this thread. As I was typing the opening that buck walks out and into shooting range. I kept pecking away. As the sun crept behind the trees he spots the light from my iPhone and starts blowing at me but doesn't run off. He just stands there snorting like mad. Stomping his foot and flipping his ears and tail every which way he can.
I start to post about it and the woods to my left erupt with porcine activity. No less than 30 piglets and two healthy sows burst out of the woods. Immediately the little ones start to vacuum up corn.
The two sows immediately split left and right walk half moons away from one another and settle into the pack. That green kill light was magic. It was so good I didn't have to turn on my bow light. Just anchor, aim, and release.
The bow string slipped so smoothly from my fingers. I watched the arrow arc purposefully towards the sow. The arrow buries itself into her ribs. Just a little high. But with the downward angle I know if found vitals.
The sow I shot breaks for the open path, runs 10 yards and then dives into the hard woods on her right. I hear her smack a tree. She moans. I hear more crashing and thrashing. Then silence. I feel certain she has dispatched.
We sit for another 45 min hopping more pigs will come to the light. But no more show. So we start trying to track her in the powder fine sand. I go to where she dashed into the woods hopping to pick up the trail. We muddle through the thick gunch underbrush. Ugh no recovery. Well there is always Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Chilly and I had placed this feeder and a now defunct ground blind last August. It has produced well for us to say the least. We made a special trip out to the ranch tonight to tear down a different set and top off the Pig Bowl feeder and instal the new feeder light in anticipation of killing hogs this weekend. We arrived at the ranch just after 5pm.
We efficiently took down the first set. We were even able to salvage about 70lbs of corn from the feeder which we were going to repurpose for a late night road chumming and pig smacking.
We made our way over to the set pictured above. After inspecting the pig bowl, we were amazed at all the traffic that has been hitting this feeder. Also, having a new light hanging from the bottom of the feeder was pretty much a must hunt situation.
The problem was that the aged popup blind was no go due to it being 5 years old and in utter disrepair. The zippers are all broke, the shoot thru mesh gives better cover than the actual fabric, and the metal rid that help it stand have all punctured through their footing.
We decided to take the two hanging stands we had just taken down and reallocate them to the Pig Bowl. We hung the stands in 10 min. Topped off the feeder and took the ranger back to the barn.
We changed clothes, took some practice shots and consumed two beverages before walking to the Pig Bowl.
We took our spots adjacent to one another. And I started this thread. As I was typing the opening that buck walks out and into shooting range. I kept pecking away. As the sun crept behind the trees he spots the light from my iPhone and starts blowing at me but doesn't run off. He just stands there snorting like mad. Stomping his foot and flipping his ears and tail every which way he can.
I start to post about it and the woods to my left erupt with porcine activity. No less than 30 piglets and two healthy sows burst out of the woods. Immediately the little ones start to vacuum up corn.
The two sows immediately split left and right walk half moons away from one another and settle into the pack. That green kill light was magic. It was so good I didn't have to turn on my bow light. Just anchor, aim, and release.
The bow string slipped so smoothly from my fingers. I watched the arrow arc purposefully towards the sow. The arrow buries itself into her ribs. Just a little high. But with the downward angle I know if found vitals.
The sow I shot breaks for the open path, runs 10 yards and then dives into the hard woods on her right. I hear her smack a tree. She moans. I hear more crashing and thrashing. Then silence. I feel certain she has dispatched.
We sit for another 45 min hopping more pigs will come to the light. But no more show. So we start trying to track her in the powder fine sand. I go to where she dashed into the woods hopping to pick up the trail. We muddle through the thick gunch underbrush. Ugh no recovery. Well there is always Saturday night and Sunday morning.
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