So day two was not much better in terms of success, but what is lacked in meat on the ground it was assurance that my spot and stalk and planning skills were up to par. The night before I had met a gentleman in the campground who had only seen one doe and because I have become the "Doe Whisperer" I told him to come with me and we'll make it happen for him and I hopefully.
The set up was great, a open field where deer and pigs are feeding, their beds where they take the mid morning siestas, and us in between the two. As we walked in I realized that I did not judge the walk in properly, and I paid for it. I must have missed a large pig by 5 to 10 minutes by the smell of him. As I realized the sun was starting to come up I broke out into a good trot to try and get to my pinch point. The day before I have found a hole in the fence of the "Spray Field" that the deer, elk and pigs use to easily move back and forth. As I stopped to glass the field I was relieved to still see a few pigs in the field, but they were headed out of the field right where I should have been. And further more, one was staring me down.
I thought I was far enough into the trees and up the hill so that they could not see me, but I guess I was wrong. I think what busted me was the wind that was starting to swirl, which ended up being the bane of my existence the rest of the day. He say me, I saw him we both booked it towards where I thought we would meet. Except his 80lbsish frame was slightly faster than mine and he lived to fight another day. I did meet up with another hunter that was up the hill a ways and he did say that about 5 pigs ran by him in a hurry that morning. So well morning sit was over before it started. It was another day of learning for me.
The rest of the day was a mix of stalking deer and elk, but no pigs. I got within 50yrds of two bull 5x5 elk and a 5x6 bull. To this day nothing gets my heart racing like an elk. I have been in bow range of a lot of animals, but it is elk that move and shake me. Bears or Pigs are a close second though. I was able to get 15 yards of two doe about lunch time by stalking and playing the wind. Those ladies near knew I was there or they knew that I wasn't able to shoot them either. Man I hate being an ethical and honest hunter sometimes, okay I don't I actually love it.
I walked and walked and walked and when I was done with that I walked some more. I finally decided to do the whitetail thing and just set my self for a spell. I looked at the lay of the land, found some natural areas where I thought the pigs would enter the field from and there I stayed. Not much action for a few hours, I did see a guy put a failed stalk on a few deer. He shot three times and missed three times Poor guy, I think he lost all his arrows too. Not the best way to end a hunt, humbled by missing and by not having anymore arrows to shoot. Funniest thing is that when the deer eventually bumped they come over towards me and I was able to get within bow range of them too.
So I was in the "Kill Zone" aka 5pm to 730pm, in my spot, camo'd up, nocked up, ready to rock. When I hear him. Quiet at first, but I picked up faint sound in the tall grass. A squirrel in the distance alerted me to him. And as I positioned myself to shoot, my Bobby the cat peeks his head out. Man oh man. Here I am, I'll take that shot, but then I remember I did not buy my bobcat tags this year. Once again, just one step shy of sealing the deal, but hey it was a beautiful day and a awesome trip. I am sure the next time I go there hunting deer and elk, all I will see is pigs and be just as frustrated. Good times and great weekend.
Hope you all enjoyed.
The Bearded Boar
PS. I have a gear review coming up this week so get ready.