Hunting Extravaganza in Gause
Steve and I decided a follow up hunt was in order this past Friday following our great display of miscommunication during our recon-turned-pig shoot earlier in the week. We skipped the pre-hunt blasting and made a bee-line to the same honey spot as last time (following the same route in to our blind). As we approached, Steve spotted a coyote with a beautiful coat along the fence line and to his dismay I put the cross-hairs right on him. As I was about to pull the trigger he started to move and I decided to pass on the shot since I knew Steve was uninterested in a fur and didn't want to scare off potential porkers. We took up our spots under a tree with brush surrounding it and commenced to waiting.
After a little while Steve jumps at the sight of a big boar (one of the largest I have seen on the property) that had snuck up behind us and was now walking away from us down the fence perpendicular to the one described by Steve previously. Although I think we were both embarrassed that the big guy walked right by us while we were looking in the wrong direction, I take solace in the fact that we were so well hidden that he failed to notice us as well. Regardless, Steve made a flanking maneuver with his 12 gauge in hand filled with buckshot as I attempted to sneak behind. The moment came and Steve let go a solid blast in his side and the boar took off like the Brits at the Battle of New Orleans. I managed to get a shot into his rear with the .270, but the hog had no interest in slowing down to check the damage despite his brief stumble. We proceeded to check for a blood trail and basically found even more of the property dug up with no sign of the hog. Regardless, it was a tough hog and I feel the meat would have been sub-par to say the least.
With our heads hung in disappointment, Steve and I made our way back out and I saw 3 white-tails milling around along the creek by the road. As I pulled the .270 up one of the deer looked back for a second and then looked the other way displaying a neon sign that said "shoot here" up and under his ribs. Letting go a blast at about 75 yards, the deer fell instantly - always a nice sign. Regardless, we decided to give it a little time before heading back to collect our venison. Upon our return, the other 2 geniuses had come back and were standing over their fallen comrade saying "Why is Joe taking a nap right now?". Of course a second shot went off, one of them jumped 10 feet in the air, turned and ran 20 feet and ended up in the same state as the first.
Steve and I then collected our bounty of two spikes and examine the ballistics. As we all know, partition bullets work incredibly well and both deer were sans lungs with no other damage to the meat imparted. This allowed us to have a wonderful dinner of sautéed venison heart prepared by Grand Master Chef Hoffman.
I will be going back for some pork either Friday or Saturday and plans are in the works for a group to join us afterwards for a nice Gause night out around the bonfire. Give me a call if anyone is interested.
After a little while Steve jumps at the sight of a big boar (one of the largest I have seen on the property) that had snuck up behind us and was now walking away from us down the fence perpendicular to the one described by Steve previously. Although I think we were both embarrassed that the big guy walked right by us while we were looking in the wrong direction, I take solace in the fact that we were so well hidden that he failed to notice us as well. Regardless, Steve made a flanking maneuver with his 12 gauge in hand filled with buckshot as I attempted to sneak behind. The moment came and Steve let go a solid blast in his side and the boar took off like the Brits at the Battle of New Orleans. I managed to get a shot into his rear with the .270, but the hog had no interest in slowing down to check the damage despite his brief stumble. We proceeded to check for a blood trail and basically found even more of the property dug up with no sign of the hog. Regardless, it was a tough hog and I feel the meat would have been sub-par to say the least.
With our heads hung in disappointment, Steve and I made our way back out and I saw 3 white-tails milling around along the creek by the road. As I pulled the .270 up one of the deer looked back for a second and then looked the other way displaying a neon sign that said "shoot here" up and under his ribs. Letting go a blast at about 75 yards, the deer fell instantly - always a nice sign. Regardless, we decided to give it a little time before heading back to collect our venison. Upon our return, the other 2 geniuses had come back and were standing over their fallen comrade saying "Why is Joe taking a nap right now?". Of course a second shot went off, one of them jumped 10 feet in the air, turned and ran 20 feet and ended up in the same state as the first.
Steve and I then collected our bounty of two spikes and examine the ballistics. As we all know, partition bullets work incredibly well and both deer were sans lungs with no other damage to the meat imparted. This allowed us to have a wonderful dinner of sautéed venison heart prepared by Grand Master Chef Hoffman.
I will be going back for some pork either Friday or Saturday and plans are in the works for a group to join us afterwards for a nice Gause night out around the bonfire. Give me a call if anyone is interested.
posted by Jefe | 5:41 PM
5 Comments:
I wasn't looking through a scope or dealing with recoil when deer number two went down so I have a minor clairification:
The second deer didn't jump in my opinion, but rather reared up like a wild stallion then ran a couple steps and fell down in a heap.
Also, I believe the folks at CSI would have mentioned that the far side front leg on the first deer was a reduced to goo. Likely the reason that it just rolled over and stuck the other three legs in the air instead of running. My opinion of the foresic examination is the bullet that hit deer number 2 went through the very top of the heart/aorta.
While I believe it is perfect for a pack of 100 pounders, especially if they start to run. I am now fairly certain that buckshot is not ideally suited to blasting any really big boars.
nice report. I enjoyed the CSI ballistics analysis. Too bad you couldn't recover the boar.
Since the pig was oblivious to you two does that mean that you were sitting quitely as opposed to the usual beer drinking, talking & urinating?
We were sitting under a low hanging tree, there were a couple of open cans and some quite conversation but the seal had not been broken.
We saw took a recon trip yesterday afternoon. We found another spot to sit and ambush the pigs. Jeff suddenly stops dead and says he can hear critters in the woods. I didn't hear anything but when we went in to investigate We then saw about a dozen pigs of all shapes and sizes across the creek.
With the huge amount of rainfall lately the creek was extremely high. I started to wade across and Jeff was behind me. I thought I was making too much noise in the water to I got out but Jeff waded straight through and ended up getting a real good look at the pigs while I was still looking for a place to cross the creek.
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