Post by captkb on Jan 5, 2004 18:56:30 GMT -5
Well 1st cav sgt. ret. made his way out to West Texas again for some more hog hunting. He arrived Friday evening just in time to drop off his stuff at the motel and crawl into the blind. I arrived shortly there after as I had to work that day!! 
We had one of the feeders baited out in our special mix and knew the hogs would come in, but at what time we weren't for sure. The weekend before they were coming in right at dark, but not that evening. We jumped in my truck and headed out to a grain field that had been cut to see if we could catch them, but the field was empty. We made a loop around a few other fields and didn't see any hogs, but we did run across a lone coyote. If my figures are right he is somewhere down around the Corpus Christi area by now. The Sgt. made two good shots at him as he was trying to reach mach 1 across that wheat field. From there we went back to our place and pulled up on our special mix and I could hear them in the brush. We waited and listened. With the moon almost full it wasn't hard to see any animal, especially with binoculars. I scanned the area and found nothing. We listened some more and could tell they were moving away from us and had cross the fence onto the neighboring place. We called it a night and decided to get back after them early the next morning. While leaving the place we ran into another group of animals. I position the truck and grab the spot light. The Sgt. steadied himself across the back of the truck as I scanned the wheat field. "Theres one" I said. BOOOM.......................miss. Reload quick he's making a charge at us....................he's now at 75 yds..............BOOOOM...........................miss. Hurry he's getting closer.................now at 50 yds................BOOOM.....................miss, and it veers off the the left and into the brush. A few choice words come from the back of the truck as we both laughed. Wait a minute theres another one just standing there next to the fence line...........................BOOOOOOM....................WHOOOOP He's down now. Those ballistic tips the Sgt. hard worked up sure did a number on him. The bad thing was I left my camera at home and we didn't get any pictures of this big ol SABERTOOTH JACKRABBIT!!! 
;D Sorry Sgt. I couldn't resist!! We both got a good laugh out of it and then called it a night. The next morning the fog rolled in and we had a hard time seeing the feeders much less any animals. Once it lifted (around 9:00am) we easied our way down the west fence line. Same place as the night before we hear the hogs in the brush, but they are across the fence. They had come in under the fog unnoticed and slipped out before we could get a look at them. I did catch a glimpse of them once, again they were on the place next to us. That evening all we saw and heard for about an hour or two was sandhill cranes, geese, and several groups of coyotes howling. At dark we set my truck up for an ambush and put the Sgt. up in the rack. I played the hog feeding frenzy for 30 minutes or so off and on and then switched to the piglet in distress tape. Every once in a while we would hear them off in the distance. Just across the fence is another tank and several times I thought I could hear something playing in the water. 30 minutes or so pass by and I hear something moving in the grass. I look thru my binos and there they are, 8-10 nice fat hogs. They are upwind from us and moving our way. I let the Sgt. know and tell him when he is ready to cut loose on them. Several minutes pass by and it seems like an eternity, waiting for them to get into a good clearing. By now I got the "shakes"!! ;D Then all of a sudden...........BOOOOM................... They all run for the thick brush and within a split second they are out of sight. We scanned the area with the spotlight and found nothing, nor did we hear the THUMP sound giving us any indication there was a hit. Driving by the area we use the spotlight again and see nothing. We both decide it was a clean miss and call it a night. Even though no meat was hauled home we had a good time out. The Sgt. is a great guy to hunt and hang out with. I think hunting these hogs at night under a full moon, just might be something he does many more times. Between now and then I am working on those motion lights so we can really put the whammy on them. No hunting was done on Sunday as the cold front was going to move in and the Sgt. wanted to head back home. Next time we both plan on staying out most of the night after them hogs.
We had one of the feeders baited out in our special mix and knew the hogs would come in, but at what time we weren't for sure. The weekend before they were coming in right at dark, but not that evening. We jumped in my truck and headed out to a grain field that had been cut to see if we could catch them, but the field was empty. We made a loop around a few other fields and didn't see any hogs, but we did run across a lone coyote. If my figures are right he is somewhere down around the Corpus Christi area by now. The Sgt. made two good shots at him as he was trying to reach mach 1 across that wheat field. From there we went back to our place and pulled up on our special mix and I could hear them in the brush. We waited and listened. With the moon almost full it wasn't hard to see any animal, especially with binoculars. I scanned the area and found nothing. We listened some more and could tell they were moving away from us and had cross the fence onto the neighboring place. We called it a night and decided to get back after them early the next morning. While leaving the place we ran into another group of animals. I position the truck and grab the spot light. The Sgt. steadied himself across the back of the truck as I scanned the wheat field. "Theres one" I said. BOOOM.......................miss. Reload quick he's making a charge at us....................he's now at 75 yds..............BOOOOM...........................miss. Hurry he's getting closer.................now at 50 yds................BOOOM.....................miss, and it veers off the the left and into the brush. A few choice words come from the back of the truck as we both laughed. Wait a minute theres another one just standing there next to the fence line...........................BOOOOOOM....................WHOOOOP He's down now. Those ballistic tips the Sgt. hard worked up sure did a number on him. The bad thing was I left my camera at home and we didn't get any pictures of this big ol SABERTOOTH JACKRABBIT!!! 
;D Sorry Sgt. I couldn't resist!! We both got a good laugh out of it and then called it a night. The next morning the fog rolled in and we had a hard time seeing the feeders much less any animals. Once it lifted (around 9:00am) we easied our way down the west fence line. Same place as the night before we hear the hogs in the brush, but they are across the fence. They had come in under the fog unnoticed and slipped out before we could get a look at them. I did catch a glimpse of them once, again they were on the place next to us. That evening all we saw and heard for about an hour or two was sandhill cranes, geese, and several groups of coyotes howling. At dark we set my truck up for an ambush and put the Sgt. up in the rack. I played the hog feeding frenzy for 30 minutes or so off and on and then switched to the piglet in distress tape. Every once in a while we would hear them off in the distance. Just across the fence is another tank and several times I thought I could hear something playing in the water. 30 minutes or so pass by and I hear something moving in the grass. I look thru my binos and there they are, 8-10 nice fat hogs. They are upwind from us and moving our way. I let the Sgt. know and tell him when he is ready to cut loose on them. Several minutes pass by and it seems like an eternity, waiting for them to get into a good clearing. By now I got the "shakes"!! ;D Then all of a sudden...........BOOOOM................... They all run for the thick brush and within a split second they are out of sight. We scanned the area with the spotlight and found nothing, nor did we hear the THUMP sound giving us any indication there was a hit. Driving by the area we use the spotlight again and see nothing. We both decide it was a clean miss and call it a night. Even though no meat was hauled home we had a good time out. The Sgt. is a great guy to hunt and hang out with. I think hunting these hogs at night under a full moon, just might be something he does many more times. Between now and then I am working on those motion lights so we can really put the whammy on them. No hunting was done on Sunday as the cold front was going to move in and the Sgt. wanted to head back home. Next time we both plan on staying out most of the night after them hogs.
;D ;D
