Getting out to hunt in 2015 has been a real challenge for me, but with my Wife and Son away on vacation, what better way to fill the solitude, than with an evening pig hunt.

I had secured access to a nice piece of Private Land, with a good size pond in the center of it. The area consists of rolling oak hills and some brushy canyons where pigs and blacktail deer like to take refuge from the grueling midday heat.

Temps had been well over 100 degrees for the high, for over a week. By trailcam record, the pond was getting hit pretty regularly by a small group of wild pigs (I had been coming out every couple weeks to swap the card and check the activity).

There was one large boar that had been making occasional visits, right around dusk, since late Spring.  When I shared his pic with the Landowner, his response was “He’s a fair-sized pig…don’t need him around”!

A large boar had been visiting the pond since late Spring...right at dusk

 

I had made long-term plans to come out and try to take him out.

Well, when the weekend finally rolled around, wouldn’t you know…the temps dropped over 20 degrees!  Cloud cover took over, and we even had some decent rainstorms.  Murphy’s Law had reared its’ ugly head again…I would have to try to make the best of it.

I looked at the weather report, and it appeared that Saturday Evening had the highest temps, with the lowest winds.  I figured it would be my best option.

I parked my rig about 1/2 mile away on the ridge, and made my way around the access road to the pond.  I was careful to make a wide circle to the treestand, as not to disturb the trails the pigs typically use to enter the pond.  I had a nice gentle Southeast wind, which was perfect for entry.  I was hoping it would die down a little or switch, just before dark.

Even with the recent rainfall, the ground had dried out immediately, and the jackrabbits were coming in to drink regularly.  I could hear their approach in the dry grass.

I knew I had until a little after 9 PM to shoot, and historically, pigs had always come in right at last shooting light.  At 9 PM, I knew it was now or never…when suddenly I heard an animal approaching up on the main entry trail.  This was indeed bigger than a jackrabbit…and I was pleased to see the big boar all by himself, trotting up the trail.  He entered the pond without hesitation…and began to drink, quartered hard toward me.  By this time, I was standing with my bow at the ready.  I would have to wait him out before I could draw.

After a short wait, the boar turned broadside, and walked out toward the middle of the pond.  I drew immediately, picked my spot, and when he stopped, he was slightly quartered away…perfect.  I focused on the position of his far shoulder, picked a spot, and let the string slip from my fingertab.  I saw the arrow enter the chest with great penetration, and he took off like a shot directly away from me, and turned in behind some oaks.  There was a lot of noise as I was sure I heard him go down, and then…silence!

Even though all the evidence was pretty strong that this pig was ended…I wanted to give him some time to make sure.  After about 45 minutes, I gathered my gear, and climbed down to check the site of the hit

After about 45 minutes, I gathered my gear, and climbed down to check the site of the hit

Walking around to the far side of the pond, the first thing I looked for was wet grass to locate his outlet trail.  In no time, I found it, spotted with bright red blood.  After following it for a few yards behind the nearest oak trees, I saw him lying still in an open spot up ahead…just 50 yards from the hit!  He was done!

This is how I found the big boar

 

I gutted the animal and noticed the chest cavity full of blood.  Autopsy revealed that the 125 grain Anarchy Broadhead had taken out both lungs, the aortic arch, and lodged in the far shoulder…a devastating hit!

This was a huge boar, and I knew the only way I could move him is remove the head.  He had some very impressive cutters on him!

Cutters were of record size on this pig

I got the cavity propped open, and started jogging back to my rig.  I knew I could drive to the pig’s location, and it would save me time cooling him down.  I was (barely) able to load him up onto the tailgate, even headless and gutless.  I’m guessing he was well over 300 pounds on the hoof.

I had reservations about the quality of the meat, but when I got it all processed, I was very surprised!  The loins were amazing marinated and grilled, and I had over 50 pounds of ground pork left over, that I made into breakfast sausage and Italian sausage, both of which came out excellent!

It was a long night getting him hung, skinned, and processed…but worth every ounce of effort.  I’m looking forward to getting back out to try my luck again…hopefully this time with my Daughter Holli, who is coming home for a month of Recruiter Assistance Leave.

Best of Luck,

Jeff Ervin

Owner, Elk Mountain Gear