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Post by Toby Benoit on May 6, 2006 4:23:59 GMT 12.75
Summertime!!!!
Nope, I ain't no baseball fan. When the summer rolls around, this fat man heads to the woods. It's the only way that I can ward off the "it ain't huntin' season" blues. It gives me an incentive to keep my bow limbs limbered up, my senses alert, and my freezer well stocked. What am I talking about? HOG HUNTING!
I'm quite convinced that the Good Lord has a soft spot for bowhunters, otherwise why else would he have created the wild hog? It's the perfect bowhunting critter. They have incredible noses, good eyesight, fair hearing, and have a keen sense for survival. It can be quite the challenge for a man that' dedicated himself to hunting them inside of twenty yards only.
Now, the really cool part is that once you get inside that twenty yards, you're also inside a big boars charge zone. Hunting them from the ground with a stick and string opens a guy up to the very real possibility of going home with a brand new set of future scars that'll get you a couple of free beers down at the local bar with the retelling of the story; greatly imbellished of course.
I've got a line on a herd of them tearing up the stock tanks on one of the ranches over by the gulf. I'll be out there tonight with a spray bottle of sow-n-heat and a Matthews bow!
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Post by brittonfaith on May 6, 2006 5:31:45 GMT 12.75
Keep that bow close! With all that sow-n-heat all the big boars will want to come close for bacon makin'! ;D Hogs aren't dumb! They wear their beady eyed disquise well, and know how to push their weight around. I hate baseball too! Seems like summertime is when all the folks with no practical talents come out to knock a ball around the pasture. Whether it be baseball, golf, tennis, or soccer! Bad thing is, they all get paid way more than I do for hanging out in the field. ;D
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Post by Two Tales on May 6, 2006 19:24:34 GMT 12.75
I don't hate baseball I love baseball!! it's them damned wana be heros that play it for the money only that I hate...and that covers just about every player out there these days...
Faith honey, you know that aint true, you are the one that is paid or will be paid many times over for your toils in the soil...just think of the many happy tummies you will make, the smile that'll brace some fellow's face when his love sets that bowl of mashed taters down in front of him or the side of beans or greens...nothing is purer than the dirt on the hands of someone who grows things 'cause they love to do it...
Oh yeah, this was about hog huntin' weren't it ;D...just remember if ya go poking piggies with sharp thingies that ya practice that side step right after the shot ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Toby Benoit on May 6, 2006 20:23:51 GMT 12.75
Ya'll know them days we sometimes get to enjoy, when it feels like the Lord has just patted you on the head and said, "Here you go little buddy, thanks for showing up!"?
I just had one. As soon as I got up this morning, this morning, it felt like things were just going my way. I actually got recognized by someone who had read an article of mine and gave me good reviews on my way to the ranch for this afternoons hunt. I met up with a couple of other guys that were hunting the ranch and they both recognized me from some recent articles and were eager to shake my hand and wish me well on the hunt.
Once I got to the woods, I hunted on an open powerline and the sky was just cloudy enough to keep the sun at bay, but to still give great glimpses of deep blue. It wasn't too hot, there didn't seem to be any bugs out. I saw lots of deer and hogs and just before dark, I arrowed a nice barr about eighty pounds, who died right away without a difficult blood trail.
I found a right side antler shed in great condition with five even points. To top it all off, I sat in the shade and watched a perfect sunset while waiting on my buddy to drive out and pick me up.
I could use a few more days like today and wish everybody else the same. I don't mean to be braggadocious, but I've been needing today for a while now.
Anyway, I opted to leave the recurve home because he told me that the area was fairly open and the shots might be long, so I carried my Matthews compound and whacked Ol' Porky at fifteen yards. I could have taken farther shots on bigger hogs, but he was broadside and fat as a butterball. What a way to enjoy the summer! ;D
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Post by Bro. Freddie on May 6, 2006 23:23:14 GMT 12.75
What kinda Matthews you shootin' Toby? Last year I started bow hunting again after about a 10 year sabbatical. I bought a Matthews FX2 and put a whisker bisquit on it and am shooting a 28 in. draw. All the other bows (2) I had were from Wal-Mart and cheap. I thought I was a 30 in draw but according to my pro shop I'm a 28 ;D I have never killed anything but an armadillo with a bow, but missed a doe last year at 25 yards or so. Hopefully this year ;D
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Post by Toby Benoit on May 7, 2006 6:13:55 GMT 12.75
I'm shooting the Matthews Q2, it's about four years old. It's thirty-four inches axle to axle and at seventy pounds with Easton A/C/C 3-60 carbon shafts, four inch feather fletched and tipped with an NAP spitfire 100gr, expandable.
The hog was only about eighty pounds (just right for eating) and as I've come to expect, the arrow made a clean pass-through. I hit him at fifteen yards standing, facing my left, and the arrow hit close behind the shoulder breaking ribs, slicing lungs, cutting the top off of the heart, breaking more ribs, and shattering the shoulder bone on the far side.
I was sitting on the ground when I shot and the arrow continued on for another forty yards!
Ol' Porky only ran about fifty yards or so before he piled up and quit kickin'.
The man who owns the ranch is a meat cutter and he offered to, "sausage him up" for me for fifty bucks, so I left the quartered carcass with him. I got a few good pictures to go with it.
This one was either my thirty-first or thirty-second big game critter with my bows.
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