Stories 3

Well I had just ordered soem new broadheads and was anxious to get out and try them. First things first... I needed to get them put on some adapters, then on some arrows to try them out before I ventured in to the woods after hogs. The heads I had ordered were the Abowyer Whitetails... they reminded me so much of the old Pearson Deadheads that I had to get some. Got them put on and on my arrows... now it was off to my target to try them out. First shot dead on the money as were the next several. It was time to get my gear together and head out to the woods for some hogs.

I got in very early and sat down and waited, after about an hour or so I saw a rabbit come in, then scurry off quickly. Soon to follow was some birds and then a squirrel. Then they to disappeared. I sat there in 95 degree heat wondering if I had made the right choice in coming out tonight. Oh well I was already here and a few hours had gone by now, it would be dark soon and hopefully the hogs would be coming in.
Darkness fell and nothing - I decided to sit until around 10:30 then I was going to call it quits for the night. Around 9:00 PM, I heard some loud grunts and knew that a large hog was coming in. He was moving fast, then all of a sudden the grunts quit as well as any sound of movement. I remained still and listened. Within a few minutes I could make out a silhouette of a large hog coming in, then I heard the crunching of the corn. He was in a spot that I could not take a shot so I waited hoping he would walk in to my shooting lane. He kept eating outside my lane for quite a long time then he spooked and ran off. I could hear him breathing in the woods so once again I played his waiting game. He came in again once more on the wrong side, he did step out once for a second, not long enough to draw on him. He was big!
He milled around eating for several more minutes then started to move out in to my shooting lane. All of a sudden he wheels and goes to the far side of the feeder - I can't shoot for fear of hitting the feeder leg. (again) He moves back and forth behind the feeder sucking up all the corn - when he finally finishes eating all on that side he ventures toward me. I now have a clean shot. I turn on my TexasBoar Bracket light, draw down on him so no shadows come up on him, come to full draw and whack!!!!

I hear a large crack and he jumps and starts to run - about 10 steps then he is moving very, very slowly away from me. I had used one of my Luminok arrows and could see my arrow sticking straight up. I watched as he moved out 22 yards then he stopped. I couldn't really see him but I could see the nock. I was hoping he had not knocked it out. I sat there for maybe 45 minutes then decided to get down. I walked over to were I had hit him and found blood right at that spot - a couple of pin drops but, 2 feet away it was as if someone had poured blood all over the trail. It was about 2 feet wide and a steady stream. There was no tracking involved as you could follow the trail even without really looking. We found him about 20 yard further in, wedged in a tree. I had hit him in the back hind quarter and the arrow had passed through his spine (the loud crack I had heard) The broadhead had left a hole that was big nough for me to put my hand in - 4" in length and the distinct reverse 'S' cut made by single bevel heads. I was sold on these heads for good now!