After a great dinner Brotherbill and I headed back out to the number 8 road to see what was moving around at night. We glassed some deer and javelina moving around but not bigs. As we started uphill several dark figures appeared in the road.
We grabbed our bows and started after them. The pigs were feeding right to us. As they got closer one of them saw us and busted out of there. He took a few with him. I was standing behind Brotherbill for he had locked in on hog.
I heard some hogs to my right so I turned to face them. I saw a hog walking right past us. I drew my recurve and never took my eye of the shoulder. I let the arrow fly and the hog let out a loud scream. I could see my fletchings sticking out of the side, but I thought I was too far forward. Plus I was shooting through the barbed wire fence that separated us.
Brotherbill assured me that it was a great shot. We waited oh maybe five minutes and we looked for the hog. We found blood almost immediately. About ten feet from the shot was my arrow. Broken, but right next to each other. We follow the blood another twenty yards or so and I lost blood. Brotherbill said look over there on the prickel pare.
More blood! I walked over to the patch and was shining my light down the trail and there was my first trad killvest on the other side.
Hog only traveled 30 yards. My shot went right through both shoulders for a perfect double lung shot. The Bear Super Kodiak is one awesome bow!!!
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