Ok so now it was Curt’s turn to get after the hogs with his bow. Our first group we ran across was a big group of 50 or more. We started putting on a stock but with that many eyes they picked us off and took off.

Our next group was a little smaller probably 20 or so. We were caught in the open when we realized there were hogs under the tree. They started to get antsy and took off without letting us get close for a shot.

Third stock, we walked across one that was on its feet. We started stalking on it and ran across a sow and several piglets. They all got jittery and took off. We were seeing tons of hogs. We ran into one we didn’t even know was there. It hid under a downed tree and I about came out of my skin when this thing jetted off right beside me. Then we got on one, well two. They were both huge hogs. One was close to 300 pounds. The other was close to 200 pounds. We decided Curt would try to stalk by himself. This whole time we were putting on stalks we were crunching downed leaves that covered the ground. We thought maybe one of us crunching would be quieter. I stood on the road we were by and filmed. While Curt tried to get close to this monster. He moved into range for the shot but it was so thick in there that he had to get a little closer. I don’t know what happened. But the hogs bolted. Maybe they could just feel his presence. I know they didn’t hear him cause he was putting on one heck of a stalk. But no hog.

Right after the let down of those two running off. We saw a calico looking hog. It ran off up the hill and we thought we would try to get after it. We headed up the hill where we last saw it. We no more than got 25 yards onto the hill and looked back and the hog came back and laid down right where he was before. Another stalk was on. Curt moved in and got close enough for a shot. I saw him draw back and let it go. The hog spun around 3 or so times and then headed my way. One more down or so we though. The arrow was still in him. As he ran by me I was looking for blood. It looked like a great shot the blood started flowing. Curt started trailing him. I went to pick up his other arrow it made its way through. We found his hog still standing but in some more of that serious brush. We were close enough for 4 or 5 times but it was so thick that we needed to get closer. You could see the hog wasn’t doin so good. He would just stand there looking our way and hanging his head. He was bleeding out. Somehow he made his way near some bigger boar that actually looked like a downed tree. Until they moved. I wonder how many hogs we walked past that day.

Anyway they got up and moved off. Curt got close enough for a second shot. And took it. His hog got up and ran and caught up with a little black hog. He was bleeding pretty good. But we thing Curt hit a brand or something cause the second shot didn’t him. We tried to get closer again. But the hog had some new found confidence with his new little buddy. They didn’t hang around very long and then took off. We lost where they went. They were headed to a pond that was close by. We headed back to camp to get some help with tracking and to grab the rifle.

Headed back out to try and find it. We even took the owners German Shepard to see if it could find a trail. Searched till dark and never saw it again. I felt bad for Curt we didn’t recover his hog. But we did get it all on film. He got his first shot at an animal with his bow. And made a good hit. Now I got to work on him with these turkeys.

Shaun – Team SnK

Curt and I went on a hog hunt to Oklahoma the last week in March with Black Mountain Hunts. What an awesome experience. We’ve been wanting to do a hunt like this for some time. On our first day we went on a free range hunt. Meaning we took dogs and tried to get one bayed up. We traveled a pretty good ways, through some of the thickest brush I have ever been in. Most of it consisting of willows that you had to move aside to even walk through. I think we traveled some where close to 8 miles on a stretch that ran right by the river. There was pig sign everywhere. We were getting close to the end of the land strip we were on. When all of the sudden the dogs started going crazy. Then you could hear a grunt and then a squeal. It sounded like there was a whole heard of them. I didn’t get to see it I was about the third or fourth guy in line. I could hear everything though. I guess the dogs got on them and then a nice 200 + pounder charged after a few of the guys with us. Then it found an opening and ran the 8 miles back to the truck. Those things are fast. But man was it ever fun.

That was the first outing. The next day we had decided to take the guns out and try and get one down by spot and stalk. But last minute we decided to give the bows a little work out. I was up first Curt filmed. We put on several stalks and were just trying to figure out how to get close to these crazy things. I had a 200 pounder only a few feet from me walking through the brush. He paused when he got that close. But with a bow there was no shot. He whirled around and was gone. Couldn’t even get a shot at him. I think there were three in that group. We chased them around for about an hour before they finally gave us the slip. We were starting to get a pretty good handle on how to find the crazy things. But we kept finding dead ones here and there. We saw what we thought was one big on laying by a tree. We started stalking it. We were within about 10 feet and weren’t sure it was alive. Then an ear moved. I got ready for a shot then two pigs got up and walked off. A third was still laying there. Ended up there were three of them laying there. I was that close and was going to take the shot even though it was a small hog. I let the arrow fly and you could hear a good smack. The arrow stayed in him. Must have hit his far shoulder instead of going all the way through. He got up and ran but wasn’t feeling very good. I trailed him and saw he split from the other two hogs and went to bed down in a brush pile. I slipped in close and got another shot. He whirled around and tried to go again. One more shot and this time a pass through and he was done. Only 70 yards from the first one. These are tough animals. I was gonna give up and get the gun but thanks to Curt and talked me into getting after one with my bow and I got one down. He wasn’t a big one but man what a rush.

It was his turn.
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