Morning came and I was the first one out into the field heading out to my spot. I arrived at early enough, or so I though. Still dark I walked down into my little valley and took up a vantage point, problem is that it was too high and too exposed. I was not even sitting down when "He" strolled up the valley. When I say he I mean a 250 to 300+lb boar who was now 130 yards below me and I am out in the open. As he turns to walk up a saddle I tried to slowly get ahead of him and seal the deal. No such luck, he is big and old for a reason. I got busted and he exited stage left in a hurry. No go for that morning hunt.
I did move down to a better set up where my large and incharge friend was headed too. After about 10 minutes I did have 6 does and 2 bucks roll through at 30 yards, but alas I did not have a tag for that area. over the next 5 hours I had road hunter after road hunter drive down the road and try and jump a deer. With no and highly pitiful results. Side note here, I despise road hunting. It is the underbelly of hunting if you can call sitting on your backside while you cover mile after mile of graded roads in pursuit of their targets. But this subject is for another post, the hunt is at hand.
I did see anymore pigs that morning or afternoon so I left and switched zones to an archery only, no vehicle area. Tranquility and peace rained through my soul. So the evening set went well, I jumped deer after deer after deer, it was so frustrating to be spot n' stalking deer to within 15 yards and not being able to shoot. But it was good experience for me for sure a big moral buster in may ways, I still had the skills to pay the bills. Good thing is there were pigs sign everywhere. Rooted up earth under every tree and the pungent smell of pig where ever I went. That afternoon I probably hiked 6 miles that afternoon before I hit my set for the evening. A good day a restful day, a "Man I was so close" day, but good all the same.
Well pictures are nice, but I prefer video to tell the story so here you all go.