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Monday morning pops and I headed out to 24A for a try at his first pig since 1984. A buddy of mine had given us some info on an area that he and two other guys had taken their pigs, and he was pretty confident they'd be in the same area. It was one of those glorious days, cool temps with blue bird skies, dad and I were excited and had our eyes peeled as the sun began to rise. We ended up spotting several deer on the way down the highway and spirits were elevated as we unloaded the quad to head into "pig country".

 

Our first stop was the ridge that my friend had told us about. There was plenty of pig sign as we slowly worked our way along the ridge with the wind in our face but alas no pigs were spotted. After glassing the surrounding areas and only turning up 3 white tail does we decided to head into some new country and cranked up the 4 wheeler to see what we would see. The very undertraveled road wound up and into the mountains and put us in an awesome glassing spot.

 

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I had been glassing about 5 minutes when my dad whistled at me. I went down to meet him and he says "I see a pig but it's all by himself". I thought that's sure wierd so i throw up the 15's and sure enough there's not just one pig but 8 and their moving.

 

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I tell dad that he better get over there before they get out of sight. Dad begins his stalk and i was truly amazed at what a little pig motivation can do to the legs of an aging man. Before i knew it he was 80 yards away from the piggies. He drops his pack and begins slowly approaching the peccaries one slow step at a time.

 

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Watching my dad through the binocs was one of the better times i can remember. When it looked like he was right on top of those pigs i see him slowly draw, take aim, and loose the arrow. Pigs exploded all around him, one actually running by him at less than 5 feet. The next words i heard on the radio are ones i wouldn't mind hearing again "well I got one stuck". He went through the motions of going back and getting his pack, giving the pig time to expire and looking for the blood trail. He had made an excellent shot and the pig expired in less than 30 yards. I was a very proud son to say the least! I ran over to help him gut the thing and carried the pig back to four wheeler for him. I figured it was the least i could do for his unrelenting support and for getting me out in the woods when i was just a young tyke!

 

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Thanks for sharing our hunt with us!

 

Bob and Josh David

 

post script -- This was my first attempt at documenting the hunt by photographing through the 15's so i apologize for the quality. Hopefully you'll get the idea though!

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Congrats to you and your dad and you did a great job with story and pics.

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NICE!

 

Just goes to show you can still kill animals with an "old school" bow (overdraw, cast riser, and aluminum arrows!).

 

Who needs $1,000 Mathews? :lol:

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You're right on that desertbull, he shoots that bow like a pro! Although as much fun as we had on this hunt i think i have him hooked on bowhunting again, and the thoughts of a new or updated bow are in the works! Or at least some carbon arrows! :lol:

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Congratulations to you and your Dad. Thanks for sharing the hunt story and pics with us. I enjoyed how you put together the story and pictures.

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