My Pop & I just got back from a Tennessee Boar hunt. Met up with one of my best-friends that transplanted himself in Tennessee; he got me started bowhunting oh so many years ago. It was the first time I got to hunt with him since we hunted Kentucky's bow opener about 4 years ago. BTW, I WILL be moving to Tennesse....I just don't know when. Their DNR gets it right! One license good for ALL SEASONS & a three buck tag limit!!!!
A short history of Wild Boar & Razorbacks.
My buddy Bob and I hunted over dogs, what an experience! Fast paced & LOUD action all the way! I took a nice 170lb Razorback sow, 10 yard shot that passed thru both lungs. She took four steps and piled up. The hardest part was making sure there were no dogs behind her when I shot.
Bob took a beautiful 160lb Razorback boar. His hunt was a little more exciting though, he must have chased his boar damn near a mile before finally getting a shot clear of the dogs! I have to admit, I was laughing watching Bob run at full draw yelling at the dogs to "Get off!" It was a great chase, even when his boar came back on him and flipped him into a brush pile! His first shot at it was at about 12 inches with the boar bearing down on him! His second shot sealed the deal!
I took a nice 225lb European mix too. 400 yard stalk up some of the steepest terrain you'd ever see, the last 50 on hands, knees, and belly; and any of you that know me know that that wasn't all that easy either!
Crawled within 25 yards of the boar and Bob wispers "This is where it gets dangerous!"; I felt something pucker...but wasn't quite sure what it was...[rofl] I got a Hickory tree between me and the boar (he was with 16 others); then I guess his 6th sense kicked in. He must have smelled bacon frying in the pan, cause he hopped up and started "woofing" at us. Bob says in his quietest voice "He's getting mad....Shoooooooooot him".
I slowly rose up, drew, and shot. The Hoyt X-Tec sent the Easton Axis 300 tipped with a Satellite Mag 75 straight & true (How do you like those plugs.....). He spun when I shot and the arrow entered just forward of his front shoulder and exited just past his last rib on the opposite side.
We found him plied up along a deadfall, but he wasn't quite done yet (we got on him a little too fast), he was popping his tusks at us and with much difficulty; he popped up and I sent an arrow through him broadside and that was it.
The next day Bob & I hung a Loc-On for my Pop (he doesn't move around too well any more) near fresh water and a nice sized mud-hole. We put him in it that afternoon and Bob and I headed to the top of the mountain. Bob got to the top a lot quicker than I did, and he was surprised to see me up there (he's part Billy goat and I'm part OX...get it...)
He points and mouths "Pig", so we nudge up towards him and the entire top of the mountain starts moving. There were about 30 of 'em up there, and we start bumping them towards my Pop. They get to a point where they have to turn, and I tell Bob this much and he replies "True; but they may turn on us! Do the math, 30 pigs versus 12 bullets..." (his 357 & my 44). Then he smiles at me and adds "I can run faster than you!"
They continue down towards my Pop and we jump up on the biggest rocks we can find in case they turn back after my Pop shoots. My Pop said he thought to himself "Holy Christ, the whole mountain's moving". He picked out a good sized boar and let loose at about 18 feet. Well the Bear recurve sent the Zawicky two-blade broadhead true... and my Pop took a very nice looking 220lb boar!
All I can say is it was a GREAT hunt, with great memories, and I cant wait to do it again!
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Camo the little dog that could, I swear this dog thought he weighed 150lbs! My sow ripped his ear open, and Bob's boar was running with Camo between his legs latched onto his jaw!
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Our guide Corey with Black Dog (Todd), Colugio, and Camo. Corey was the hardest working guy I have EVER seen in my life!
(Hogs L to R) Bob's Boar, my sow, My Boar, my Pop's Boar
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(L to R) Bacs, Bacs' Pop, & Bob
A short history of Wild Boar & Razorbacks.
We were hunting at the The Wilderness Hunting Lodge. All I can say is WOW! Now it is enclosure hunting, but it was 1100 acre enclosure that was harder hunting than the property I had in West Virginia! Talk about STEEP hills, my legs still hurt. The food and service was out of this world too! (Note: They have three enclosures: 1100 acres, 900 acres, and 400 acres)
My buddy Bob and I hunted over dogs, what an experience! Fast paced & LOUD action all the way! I took a nice 170lb Razorback sow, 10 yard shot that passed thru both lungs. She took four steps and piled up. The hardest part was making sure there were no dogs behind her when I shot.
Bob took a beautiful 160lb Razorback boar. His hunt was a little more exciting though, he must have chased his boar damn near a mile before finally getting a shot clear of the dogs! I have to admit, I was laughing watching Bob run at full draw yelling at the dogs to "Get off!" It was a great chase, even when his boar came back on him and flipped him into a brush pile! His first shot at it was at about 12 inches with the boar bearing down on him! His second shot sealed the deal!
I took a nice 225lb European mix too. 400 yard stalk up some of the steepest terrain you'd ever see, the last 50 on hands, knees, and belly; and any of you that know me know that that wasn't all that easy either!
Crawled within 25 yards of the boar and Bob wispers "This is where it gets dangerous!"; I felt something pucker...but wasn't quite sure what it was...[rofl] I got a Hickory tree between me and the boar (he was with 16 others); then I guess his 6th sense kicked in. He must have smelled bacon frying in the pan, cause he hopped up and started "woofing" at us. Bob says in his quietest voice "He's getting mad....Shoooooooooot him".
I slowly rose up, drew, and shot. The Hoyt X-Tec sent the Easton Axis 300 tipped with a Satellite Mag 75 straight & true (How do you like those plugs.....). He spun when I shot and the arrow entered just forward of his front shoulder and exited just past his last rib on the opposite side.
We found him plied up along a deadfall, but he wasn't quite done yet (we got on him a little too fast), he was popping his tusks at us and with much difficulty; he popped up and I sent an arrow through him broadside and that was it.
The next day Bob & I hung a Loc-On for my Pop (he doesn't move around too well any more) near fresh water and a nice sized mud-hole. We put him in it that afternoon and Bob and I headed to the top of the mountain. Bob got to the top a lot quicker than I did, and he was surprised to see me up there (he's part Billy goat and I'm part OX...get it...)
He points and mouths "Pig", so we nudge up towards him and the entire top of the mountain starts moving. There were about 30 of 'em up there, and we start bumping them towards my Pop. They get to a point where they have to turn, and I tell Bob this much and he replies "True; but they may turn on us! Do the math, 30 pigs versus 12 bullets..." (his 357 & my 44). Then he smiles at me and adds "I can run faster than you!"
They continue down towards my Pop and we jump up on the biggest rocks we can find in case they turn back after my Pop shoots. My Pop said he thought to himself "Holy Christ, the whole mountain's moving". He picked out a good sized boar and let loose at about 18 feet. Well the Bear recurve sent the Zawicky two-blade broadhead true... and my Pop took a very nice looking 220lb boar!
All I can say is it was a GREAT hunt, with great memories, and I cant wait to do it again!
Camo the little dog that could, I swear this dog thought he weighed 150lbs! My sow ripped his ear open, and Bob's boar was running with Camo between his legs latched onto his jaw!
Our guide Corey with Black Dog (Todd), Colugio, and Camo. Corey was the hardest working guy I have EVER seen in my life!
(Hogs L to R) Bob's Boar, my sow, My Boar, my Pop's Boar
(L to R) Bacs, Bacs' Pop, & Bob
