Done deal!
Story tomorrow…..too tired tonight.
How it happened:
I planned to be on stand by 8:15 p.m. (gets dark about 9:00 p.m.) and was resolved to stay until midnight if necessary.
It was terribly hot here yesterday and I was expecting the boar to go to water about dark….then begin to work his way toward the bait site.
I knew he was bedding not far from the pond….so I needed to be as quiet as possible going in. To that end…I decided to leave my truck about ½ mile from the stand and have my Father in Law drive me up close to the stand in his “mule”.
The idea was that the boar would hear the “mule” leaving and not be alarmed…as he might be if he heard a truck stop a distance away but not leave. Sure enough…..it worked, but it worked a little too well.
I walked slowly and quietly to my stand. I had already placed my rifle and binoculars in the stand earlier in the day so I would be able to climb into it making the least amount of noise. I looked at my watch when I got there, 8:07 p.m., perfect, (or so I thought).
I carefully climbed into the ladder stand….pleased that I had made no noise. I sat down and repositioned the rifle. But, as I did so….I barely “ticked” the end of the barrel against the rail on the stand. Immediately I heard a “sniffing” sound come from the bait site about 60 yds. away! OMG, the boar was already there.
Two more “sniffs” and then I heard a crashing sound (sticks breaking) as the boar ran into woods just out of sight. He stayed there less than 50 yds. away pacing back and forth “growling”. This is typical behavior for a boar when they are agitated about something, but don’t want to leave.
I strained my eyes looking into the woods…hoping to get a glimpse of him, looking for any shot opportunity. I knew he wouldn’t stay long and I was concerned he would circle behind me and get my scent. So far…he had only heard something “unnatural” and was simply being cautious.
I a minute all was quiet, he had slipped away. Somewhat dejected… I decided to wait it out….but knew that if the boar was really “spooked” he would NOT come back …or would do so in “stealth mode” most likely circling the area first.
As luck would have it…almost an hour later (very dark now), I heard the unmistakable sound of corn crunching. With spirits renewed….I got my flashlight out, positioned the rifle to shoot and waited. It was agonizing…but after 10 minutes I could just barely make out a head coming into view through the scope.
As soon as the boar gave me enough head and neck to see….I turned on my flashlight (red lens) to get a better sight picture, I quickly found his neck in the scope and tapped the trigger.
“Luck” was with me last night, I didn’t expect this particular to come back, but he did.
Flint.