Luckily I have never had any dangerous encounters with a hog or any other kind of animal in the woods.
The thought does cross my mind when walking to my hunting spot at dark thirty and you hear a rustling in the woods about 30 feet away. Sure wakes you up real quick. lol
Luckily I have never had any dangerous encounters with a hog or any other kind of animal in the woods.
The thought does cross my mind when walking to my hunting spot at dark thirty and you hear a rustling in the woods about 30 feet away. Sure wakes you up real quick. lol
Wait till you experience a sow bear with cubs under your feeder before daylight. The huffing and teeth popping is enough to require to wear depends on future trips to the stand
When I was 16, we were hunting in Texas south of San Antonio on a friend's ranch. I'd gotten tired of sitting in the stand around 9:30, and decided to follow a trail I had been watching all morning. It lead down to a creek with deep sides, about 10-15 feet high, only had about 6-8 inches of water running in the bottom. Along the creek a bunch of big oaks grew, and there were lots of acorns. I was hoping to jump a deer, but ran into Bob, the ranch owner. He called me over and said he had some pigs (javelina, actually) treed! Well, he was a jokester, so I didn't know what to expect. Along the edge of the creek, about 300 yards from where I met up with Bob, was a big oak tree right on the edge of the creek bank. On the side opposite the creek was a knothole where a big branch had fallen off. Turns out the base of the tree was hollow, and you could look down into it through the big knot hole. On the creekside was a hole at ground level, and inside the tree was a mama javelina and 4 piglets! From 30 yards away you could smell them, almost as bad as a skunk! Bob wanted me to shoot one of the piglets, so I got set up against a tree where I could aim at the opening with my 30-30. Bob was gonna poke the pigs with a big stick and make them run out. Well, it was cold, around 40 degrees, and them hogs were warm and not budging. Mama had bitten off several chunks of the stick Bob was using, but they were staying put. We couldn't bring ourselves to shoot them in the tree, so we decided to come back later and see if they were still around.
Later that afternoon we were in a nearby field quail hunting - me, my dad, my brother, Bob and his son. Bob and I had been telling them about the "treed pigs" all day, not givng all the details, so they wanted to go check out the tree. By now it was in the 50s, so we went over to the tree. The pigs were still there, and mama was still mean! We threw rocks, poked sticks, yelled, everything we could thing of, and the pigs didn't move. So we decided to head back and shoot some quail. As we turned and walked away, we heard a loud squeal, and turned to see the pigs hauling azz out that tree! Seems Bob's son had lit a wad of dry brush on fire and dropped it into the hole! They didn't want to be barbecued, so here they come!
As I turned, one of the piglets was coming at me, and all I had was this single shot 20 gauge with a #7 quail load! I drew a bead and was about to pull the trigger when BOOM! My dad's 12ga went off and he rolled that little piggy! Just then something passed about 2 feet to my right, and it was the mama and the other three piggies. I peppered mama's butt with pellets, but all that did was kick her into high gear! As they took off, Sadie, Bob's lemon spot bird dog took off after them. We didn't think we'd ever see her again, but she came back to camp about 2 hours later.
So that's my story about "treed pigs", and the closest I've come to being charged by a hog!
I dropped my gun i was so scared and iluv2hunt turned around so fast and ran that he totally face planted into the side of my truck and dented the quarter panel. We were so suprised that we just stood there for about 15 mins tyring to figure out what to do.
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I wish I was there!
me too!!!
chased by a big snapping turtle once he got the back cuff of my pants going for my achiles tendon, there alot faster for short distances then you would think, almost trampled by deer a couple of different times on narrow trails, and bit by a chipmunk trying to save it from a cat, no good deed goes un punished. I'm getting too old for out running game, but nothings faster than a scared nacho.
