I would like to hear your pig stories ever been ran down,treed or just flat ran over. how about busted on a stalk an ran out by a 300 lb hog that was madder than crazy.tell us about your hunt,put us there with ya an share the out come.you all have some great stories an good expearances.an I want to hear about them thank you all ED
Well I didn't get treed but my guide did because of a poor shot I made. We where working a creek bed, I was down low in the flats and my son was up on the high banks directly across from me and our guide was up on the high bank to but was about 40 yards in front of my son.
All of a sudden I jumped the loan boar laying in a bunch of rocks and he bolted up the bank between my son and the guide, I hurried my shot and gut shot the pig and he ran straight at the guide sending him up a tree.
The boar circled back down the bank and my second shot hit the goodie box and he piled up 30 yards down the creek bed. Yeah, I heard about that all weekend. The boar dressed out at 230lbs.
I was hunting pigs on a ranch in NE New Mexico. We were using dogs to run a big boar. We followed the barking over a hill onto a sage flat where the hog was running back and forth between the dogs. We walked up to withing about 30 yards. I should have known something was up when the "guide" leans over and whispers "I'm not responsible for anything that happens." Very comforting. I ease up a few more yards and then the hog sees me and charges. NO TREES within a mile. I have the arrow nocked and put the bow down to try and protect my legs. The hog literally runs into the broadhead and breaks the arrow in half. I am trying to back up and trip all the while keeping the bow between the boar and my legs. The "guide" is behind me with a 44 Mag and not doing anything. Luckily one of the dogs ran up and grabbed the boar from the nuts and me immediately changed his attention to the dog. Imagine that! A second dog came up and grabbed an ear giving the first dog a chance to do the same. I got up and put an arrow into the vitals ending the rodeo. Gotta love hog hunting!
Yep, been there done that!!!
Hog hunting in south TX. and got treed. It was getting dark and time to head back to camp. I was in a ladder stand just off the road. When I reached the ground and started thru the thick brush all hell broke loose. The boar I had never seen desided it was time to make a monkey out of me. Luckly I made it back to the ladder stand before any contact. I set in that stand for over an hour before help came. When the ranch forman and my hunting partners came driving up in the jeep I told them what was going on. Laughing was an understatement for what they did. Anyway, I made it to the jeep and thought everything was fine. Just as I set down in the jeep it started rocking. The funnest thing to all this was hearing the ranch forman yelling "someone shoot, this SOB is about to get in the jeep with me". The boar was right under the rocker panel at his door (which by the way wasn't on the jeep) and hooking it hard. The next thing I heard was pop, pop, pop. Don't know where the forman had that pistol hid, but he was shooting as fast as he could to keep the boar out of the jeep.
Needless to say I had the last laugh!!!!
BTW, if he made contact with any of the bullets there wasn't any sign found the next morning.
Troy
I'm kinda big to be scramblin up trees but I have been charged and used a tree to jump behind. Yep, he was wounded but not by me.
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Couple of years ago I was scouting in my club solid 4/5'high palmettos.I hear some crashing in front of me going to my left and making weird,not normal grunting sounds I had never heard coming from a pig.I kept on the hog or deer trail I was on and came upon a bare circle cleared of all palmettos and a nest right in the middle but not high it had shrunk from neglect.I did not look at the nest instead kept looking where the funky grunts were coming from.I finally made it to the center of the clearing next to the nest but kept hearing the grunts about 20 yards from me.I happened to look down and sleeping on the top of the nest were 3 football size hogs.Then I new what the funky grunts were about she wanted me out of there.A few seconds later I am looking at the baby hogs and see a red one open his eyes,see me and start squealing.Then all three start squealing and running,lucky in the direction of moma hog.She comes out,I back off in the oppesite direction and all is well.I have been real close to boar hogs and have never been worried but the sound coming from her scared me I knew she meant business with her vocals.Kip
I had just gotten on a lease and was not real familiar with it. I was sitting in a blind and heard a bunch of pigs raising all kinds of cain. I was the only one up there and thought I could cut across from my stand and sneak up on one. Well it got dark on me and I didn't exactly know how to get back to the road. I then realized that they were all around me and I took off through the cactus,and managed to get to a tree before I got into any trouble,but I was picking cactus out of my legs forever.
It was early April, and I decided to fish a few canals on our deer lease. We are on a coastal marsh, along the Gulf of Mexico. I was fishing a small cove and heard leaves rustling on the bank. I eased over with the trolling motor and spotted 5 or 6 piglets, smaller than a football. So i beach the boat, thinking I'll snatch one up. They wouldn't come close enough. About that time I remembered I had a pig squeal call in the boat. I cut loose on that call, and the piglets scattered. I laughed, until I heard snorting and grunting. Here came Momma!!! She charged the boat and stopped maybe 5 feet from the boat. I yelled, and she backed down. She made a couple more false charges, then eased off into the thick stuff. That was close enough for me. Good thing I had an extra pair of drawers at the camp!
I have seen no less than 30 hogs in the past 4 days without a shot. Yesterday I stalked withing 30 yards of a rooting hog in palmetoes that was comming right to me. Then I felt the wind shift to the back of my neck and a giant hog was withing 20ft of me I handn't seen. There were maybe a dozen hogs rooting in front of me and they all scattered like crazy when Mr. Biggie gave the alert. This is what makes it fun, trying to outsmart a HOG.
When I was 17 or 18, I made the mistake of trying to catch a little shoat without being sure of where big momma was. I was scrambling after a little one and just as I grabbed it, the sow ran into me from behind. I don't know how I didn't get cut, but she ripped the backside out of my cargo shorts. I did end up with a big bruise on my right butt cheek.
After she ran into me, I made a mad dash and scrambled up an old dogwood. She was PO'd to say the least. She popped her jaws and came at me several times, not really jumping, but lifting her front legs off the ground. I stayed there until she finally ran off, several minutes later.
Great stories. Keep 'em coming!
For some reason this all makes me think of all the hundreds and hundreds of hogs I've castrated...
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Hope I don't run into one named Karma.
Two years before I left Germany, a forester was killed by a boar. He was trailing a wounded boar with his blood-tracking dog through really dense brush. The boar came out and he was in the way and couldn't side-step because the brush was so thick. The tusker got him on the inside of the thigh, cut the femoral artery and he bled out before his companions could get to him. Definitely not a cute little piggy story!
I've been around a lot of hogs and never had trouble. I'm kinda surprised by all the close calls. They're good stories, though. Keep em coming.
I'm w/you Jeff. Didn;t know I was supposed to be askeered of 'em! Had them close a number of times w/o incident. But, respect them I do! They;ll snatch you baldheaded ain't that right Mudd?
Sure some good stories here. Keep 'em up folks.
Years ago I was on a hunt on Catalina Island off the pacific coast. I followed about a dozen pigs that had worked their way down the top of a finger that led straight down towards the beach line. About half way down the pigs split up for some reason, but the one I wanted continued down the finger towards the water, and I followed in hot pursuit. I think they winded me because they started moving out like someone just rang the dinner bell. As they got closet to the end of the finger, I noticed that it dead ended with about a 100 foot sheer cliff. Those pigs got to the end and were running back and forth, left and right trying to figure out how to get down that cliff. Snorting and grunting, you could tell they were upset to say the least. I figured it was my chance to try and get a shot so I eased myself off the side of the hill right onto the trail they had followed to the cliff. Well, they decided the only way out was the way they came in. They turned and came right at me. There was no trees around me, just a big boulder about 4 feet high and I nearly flew to the top of that rock. Wouldn' t you know it, the one pig I was hoping to shoot stopped right at the bottom of that boulder and started snapping his chomps at me. I sent an arrow straight down between his shoulder blades all the way to the nock. As he started to run away I jumped down and he turned around and put me right back on that rock. One more arrow right behind the neck ended the excitment. That was my first bad experience with a pig and I learned alot from it. Scared the crap out of me too. :)
I tell newbies all the time that if they stay at it long enough it will happen one day. I had been hunting hogs for close to 15 years when I got treed. Most hogs will haul butt at the slightest scent of a human. However, everyonce in a while you find one that would rather fight.
Troy
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I was telling some folks about my upcoming black bear hunt yesterday and they thought I was crazy.....I told them that the pigs I hunt all the time are much more dangerous....Last season Malcolm Parker and I jumped some pigs and he started blowing the dern pig squealer....Big sow charged me three times...I held my ground and she veered off each time. i was gonna try to be Howard Hill. (Glad I've got good insurance). I was run out of the woods in Feb by a big sow with pigs....I bluffed her off her "nest" during daylight hours but when I came back thru at dark she definately had the upper hand! I could've shot her a dozen times but I let her go because I wanted those piggies to get bigger fo the pot. I had a clash of morality....ecologist v/s pig sticker....pig sticker won out that day!
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Where is Uncle Barry. He has a story.
ChuckC
There's a cool charge in Glory Hogs II.
I've had clients get bluff charged a couple of times. Bill Langer killed a big boar on my lease that had bluff charged the week before.
The worst I've had are menacing growls(knock on wood).
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I've been out of town and just saw this. I've hunted hogs for 25 yrs. and never had a problem. Then last year I got charged twice in one day. The one in the morning had been wounded the evening before. We were tracking him, jumped him and he took off. I ran after him to keep him in sight. He didn't like that and came for me. I stood my ground and shot when he was about 15 feet coming "full boar" (no pun intended). I did pretty good on that one. The arrow hit at the base of his neck and came out his armpit. But his momentum kept him coming. I threw the bow in his face and shinnied up a little tree. He died right at my feet. 193 lber. That same afternoon I shot one myself. Got what appeared to be a good pass-through. She (big dry sow) ran off. I gave her 20 minutes or so and took up the trail. Came on her laying flat. Nocked an arrow just in case. As I approached she rolled up facing me. She popped her jaws a couple times, dropped her head and here she comes. I stood my ground but when she got 5 or 6 feet from me I realized she wasn't bluffing. I tried to brain shoot her but the arrow hit pretty much right between the eyes but a little low and missed the brain. It knocked her off her feet but she got right back up and was on me. Same thing.. I threw the bow in her face, turned to run and tripped over my own feet and fell right into a bed of prickly pear cactus. She was hooking the bow, flipping it around and I was kicking her in the face. In fact one time she threw it at me and I tossed it back at her. When I regained my feet she started to back up. I wasn't sure if she was leaving or getting a running start. So I bent over and took the bow back away from her, kept eye contact, nocked an arrow and finished her off. I was literally covered with thousands of thorns and my arm really hurt. I called Gene who was five miles away and told him I thought my arm might be broken. He said.. and I'll quote, "Are you bleeding?" I said not really. He says, "If you ain't bleedin... you ain't needin. Cowboy up. I'll be there after dark." Brotherly love. The radius of my arm ended up being cracked and I pulled out thorns for a month. But the good news was the hogs were dead and I wasn't. Always respect ANY wounded game. BW
What about carrying a concealed pistol for cases like these? I know there are those that are not allowed to do it, but for those that are in a state that allows it, or on private land, why wouldn't you carry just for safety sake?
I know I certainly will be carrying when I finally get to hit the woods down here in Texas. Whenever that may be....
GREAT Stories though.
Nalajr