Post by caretaker on Aug 23, 2009 20:49:04 GMT -6
It`s been a week or two an i`ve slept sense then but I`ll try ta rember the inportant details.
My brother and I had jest purchased new compound bows back when the white tail white tail 2 were poplar. Like I said it`s been aweek or two ago. I was usin the W.T.2 lefty and m brother was usin the origional W.T.
We were huntin private property owned by a frind of my brother. We were deer huntin but were told if we saw a hawg to take it as they were becomin a problem. We had hunted mst of the day wiffout scorin and were walkin back to the house. All of a sudden my brother looses a arrow. I am suddenly to find ut that he has shot a momma hawg that has a half grown brood in tow. Ony it weren`t no kill shot an only serves ta make momma mad.
Things get kinda korfusin bout this time. That sow spots me an thinks I`m the couse of her discomfort an is intent on makin things even. Her broodalso hones in on me.
Mow this is where the point of contention comes in.My brother stated that I let out a blood curdlin Rebel yell and ran right across that sow an climbed a tree. I strongly disagree as I was too busy tryin to control my bladder an bowels to move. I don`t know how the good Lord growed that tree undr me as fas as he did but I am xtremely grateful.
Iheard my brother over in another tree. The hawgs were basically ignorin him. They had a sentinel or two that would charge when he tried to climb down. I was the main attraction. My brother kept shoutin at me to shoot the sow and I kept hollein wiff what. I ain`t got a gun. My brother loosed a couple more arrys at the sow but ws out of range.
Them hawgs kept us treed til Don an his son Chip come a huntin us on their four wheelers. Chip kilt the sow wiff an arry from his ol Brownin Wasp. Chip was bout 10 or 11 years old. ( BY way Chip jest got back frum Iraq) I would not get down from that tree till te sow was loaded on Chips 4 wheeler. As I was walkin out the guys kept askn me .........."Why Didn`t You Shoot That Sow. I yelled Wiff What!! They then pointed to my bow an full quiver of arrys. I had held on to it the whole time.
So went my onest and onlyest Hawg hunt.
My brother and I had jest purchased new compound bows back when the white tail white tail 2 were poplar. Like I said it`s been aweek or two ago. I was usin the W.T.2 lefty and m brother was usin the origional W.T.
We were huntin private property owned by a frind of my brother. We were deer huntin but were told if we saw a hawg to take it as they were becomin a problem. We had hunted mst of the day wiffout scorin and were walkin back to the house. All of a sudden my brother looses a arrow. I am suddenly to find ut that he has shot a momma hawg that has a half grown brood in tow. Ony it weren`t no kill shot an only serves ta make momma mad.
Things get kinda korfusin bout this time. That sow spots me an thinks I`m the couse of her discomfort an is intent on makin things even. Her broodalso hones in on me.
Mow this is where the point of contention comes in.My brother stated that I let out a blood curdlin Rebel yell and ran right across that sow an climbed a tree. I strongly disagree as I was too busy tryin to control my bladder an bowels to move. I don`t know how the good Lord growed that tree undr me as fas as he did but I am xtremely grateful.
Iheard my brother over in another tree. The hawgs were basically ignorin him. They had a sentinel or two that would charge when he tried to climb down. I was the main attraction. My brother kept shoutin at me to shoot the sow and I kept hollein wiff what. I ain`t got a gun. My brother loosed a couple more arrys at the sow but ws out of range.
Them hawgs kept us treed til Don an his son Chip come a huntin us on their four wheelers. Chip kilt the sow wiff an arry from his ol Brownin Wasp. Chip was bout 10 or 11 years old. ( BY way Chip jest got back frum Iraq) I would not get down from that tree till te sow was loaded on Chips 4 wheeler. As I was walkin out the guys kept askn me .........."Why Didn`t You Shoot That Sow. I yelled Wiff What!! They then pointed to my bow an full quiver of arrys. I had held on to it the whole time.
So went my onest and onlyest Hawg hunt.