PORK IN THE PADDOCK

Enda and I out early Friday, with a quick fox calling session being the plan. With the mercury forecast to climb high and fast we knew everything would be locked down by mid morning. The only question was, take the .22, or the .308? With the number of pigs seen on the block recently I figured the BLR was the safest call.

 

Halfway up the hill in the early light, glassing the benches and gullies. We spotted a patchy old boar getting a few last mouthfuls, before bedding up for the day. Maybe 500 metres above us? With the katabatic wind still moving downslope, the stalk held no fears. Keeping a scrubby bush between ourselves and the pig we closed on him fast and stopped by a big log which provided both cover and a rest. In his typically generous way my young mate insisted I take the shot while he snapped a few pics:

 

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With the grunter ambling left to right I aimed ahead and touched one off as his shoulder centred in the crosshairs. He went down hard.

 

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Enda video’d the whole thing, here’s 40 seconds:

 

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Maybe 50-60 pigs seen, between Thursday evening and Friday morning? I usually spend summer fishing rather than hunting, but not this year. Just having too good a time. Back up there soon and thanks to Enda for both the pics and his friendship,

 

Andrew

Enda and I out early Friday, with a quick fox calling session being the plan. With the mercury forecast to climb high and fast we knew everything would be locked down by mid morning. The only question was, take the .22, or the .308? With the number of pigs seen on the block recently I figured the BLR was the safest call.

 

Halfway up the hill in the early light, glassing the benches and gullies. We spotted a patchy old boar getting a few last mouthfuls, before bedding up for the day. Maybe 500 metres above us? With the katabatic wind still moving downslope, the stalk held no fears. Keeping a scrubby bush between ourselves and the pig we closed on him fast and stopped by a big log which provided both cover and a rest. In his typically generous way my young mate insisted I take the shot while he snapped a few pics:

 

​

 

With the grunter ambling left to right I aimed ahead and touched one off as his shoulder centred in the crosshairs. He went down hard.

 

​

 

Enda video’d the whole thing, here’s 40 seconds:

 

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Maybe 50-60 pigs seen, between Thursday evening and Friday morning? I usually spend summer fishing rather than hunting, but not this year. Just having too good a time. Back up there soon and thanks to Enda for both the pics and his friendship,

 

Andrew