Another Monday Morning and I Ain’t Got No Piggy
Boy, that’s probably the dumbest topic title I’ve done in a while. Oh well, it rang in my mind and now I’ve shared it…
Anyway, true to form, after walking several miles and several thousand feet of elevation gain and loss, I’m sitting here getting ready for another work week. The ice chest won’t need to be cleaned this afternoon, and my butchering tools will stay in the drawer. Porky evaded me once again.
The world is full of “what-ifs”, and such was this trip. IF I had been using a rifle instead of the Mathews, I could have killed several pigs. I practically ran one down in the road yesterday morning, but there’s no way I could have leapt from Petunia, unlimbered the bow, nocked an arrow, and got a clean shot at him as he boogied up the ridge. IF it were gun season on the ranch (it opens next weekend) I would have had the .44 on hand, and would have had no problem taking that boar. Likewise, the group of 15 that fed down across canyon from me. At 200 yards, they remained oblivious to me as they fed on an open shelf, in the wide open at 1100 hrs. I could have plopped down with the rifle and a rest and taken my pick. With the bow, I have to get a little closer than that. Unfortunately, at about 150 yards, I practically stepped on a group of deer who proceeded to bolt right through the feeding hogs. At last glance, the hogs were just shy of Mach 1, and disappearing back over the high ridge and headed toward the safety of the property line.
Not that it was a bad trip, because there’s seldom a bad hunting trip… it was really nice. It was my first solo hunt in quite a while, and as much as I enjoy guiding and taking people hunting, sometimes it’s really good just to get out there and not have to think about anyone else’s experience. It was relaxing just to walk and hunt, and enjoy all the things you see on a beautiful, cold November morning. There were grouse, band-tailed pigeons, quail, eagles, coyotes, tons of deer, and lots of smaller critters. The salamanders were on the move, an annual event I’ve been told, and there were times when it was hard to walk without stepping on one.
And there was pig sign… oh brother, was there pig sign! The recent rain had softened the ground, and the hogs were taking full advantage of it. Hilltops were rototilled, and tracks and scat littered the ground. The only problem was, for the most part, I was consistently where they were, instead of where they are. Tracks are great and all, but they’re best when they still have pig feet in them.
Anyway, it doesn’t really matter if I killed a pig. I still have two freezers loaded with meat. I was actually hoping for a turkey, for Thanksgiving, but they were pretty scarce up there this weekend. I thought I heard some once, but never could locate the danged things. I don’t think I tried all that hard anyway. It was just good to go, to be out there. I need that sometimes. I think we all do.
Posted on 23rd November 2009
Under: hog hunting, turkey hunting | 4 Comments »


Well, I’m outta here for the weekend. Gonna head back to the Hedgepeth Ranch (
He was coming in hot, gobbling his fool head off. In his lusty rush, he didn’t even notice as I snaked the barrel of the Remington 870 out the window of the blind and took a careful aim. At about ten yards from the blind, he stretched his neck to gobble one last time, and I covered his head with the muzzle and squeezed the trigger.
Well, I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’m ready for a break from the discussion about the lead ammunition ban. Not that this isn’t an important topic, and a discussion that needs to be carried on… but if we let ourselves get bogged down in political issues, we start to lose sight of why we’re here… and that is, to HUNT! 
Things started out promising enough. On Friday evening we did a little scouting, and set a pop-up blind downhill from a good roost. As we were putting everything in place, the birds were gobbling up on the ridgetop, a couple hundred yards away. Come sunrise, I fully expected the birds to follow their normal ritual and fly down to work along the open hillside just past the blind. Given the consistency these birds had shown, I honestly expected to be done with a bird in the bag by 0830. It was going to be almost too easy.



