Pig Hunting the Brazos River Bottom
Monday Morning,
What better way to wake up than take a walk through a couple of pastures with high power rifles. Chris Zeisloft and I got out to the river bottom pastures shortly after six. As the sun came up we anxiously watched a herd of black animals while enjoying a cup of java until shortly after seven when the freshly risen sun revealed them to be cows. We walked further and inspected the area around the huge hog trap Chris has constructed. Seeing little fresh sign we opted to walk around the edge of the extremely brushy pasture and take a look. We came to a wooded piece and while I walked in Chris swung around the outer edge, a tactic we often employ to chase game between us.
Chris got my attention and with hand signals informed me that there were at least 4 pigs on the other side of the wooded clearing. There was an old rusted and overgrown fence in between us and the pigs. we crept up through the hip high goatweed to the edge of the the fence. Chris called for the one on the far left and I sighted in a RED pig second from the left that I had a clear line on. As the pigs shuffled around I followed him long enough for chris to get set and announce his readiness. The Red had walked further to the left and unfortunately when the guns started going off both Chris and I shot him as Chris pulled the trigger instantly in response to my muzzle blast. He said that he saw steam escape out the far side of the red pig.
The shooting started the pigs and the ran toward us into the overgrown fence where their escape was blocked by rusty barbed wire and viney weeds. I pointed the gun at the pig nearest me no more than 10 feet away, chris yelled that one was hit already so I pulled up and shot at the rest as they ran away. Chris did the same. One of us scored another hit as the pigs ran away. We both gave vain follow up shots at a grey pig in the bunch as the final 3-4 pigs ran into the brush.
We found the red pig dead from two rifle shots just across the fence and retrieved the truck. A search of the pasture revealed a blood trail which we followed approx. 40 yards to find a black pig with a double lung shot.
Congratulations and broad smiles were abundant as we both raced off to pack the body cavities with ice and head to our 9:00 classes, we will be cleaning this afternoon.
"We do more before 7:00 A.M. than most people do all season"
-the quintescential redneck
What better way to wake up than take a walk through a couple of pastures with high power rifles. Chris Zeisloft and I got out to the river bottom pastures shortly after six. As the sun came up we anxiously watched a herd of black animals while enjoying a cup of java until shortly after seven when the freshly risen sun revealed them to be cows. We walked further and inspected the area around the huge hog trap Chris has constructed. Seeing little fresh sign we opted to walk around the edge of the extremely brushy pasture and take a look. We came to a wooded piece and while I walked in Chris swung around the outer edge, a tactic we often employ to chase game between us.
Chris got my attention and with hand signals informed me that there were at least 4 pigs on the other side of the wooded clearing. There was an old rusted and overgrown fence in between us and the pigs. we crept up through the hip high goatweed to the edge of the the fence. Chris called for the one on the far left and I sighted in a RED pig second from the left that I had a clear line on. As the pigs shuffled around I followed him long enough for chris to get set and announce his readiness. The Red had walked further to the left and unfortunately when the guns started going off both Chris and I shot him as Chris pulled the trigger instantly in response to my muzzle blast. He said that he saw steam escape out the far side of the red pig.
The shooting started the pigs and the ran toward us into the overgrown fence where their escape was blocked by rusty barbed wire and viney weeds. I pointed the gun at the pig nearest me no more than 10 feet away, chris yelled that one was hit already so I pulled up and shot at the rest as they ran away. Chris did the same. One of us scored another hit as the pigs ran away. We both gave vain follow up shots at a grey pig in the bunch as the final 3-4 pigs ran into the brush.
We found the red pig dead from two rifle shots just across the fence and retrieved the truck. A search of the pasture revealed a blood trail which we followed approx. 40 yards to find a black pig with a double lung shot.
Congratulations and broad smiles were abundant as we both raced off to pack the body cavities with ice and head to our 9:00 classes, we will be cleaning this afternoon.
"We do more before 7:00 A.M. than most people do all season"
-the quintescential redneck
posted by steven-hoffman | 3:18 PM
2 Comments:
Casting and blasting on the same weekend (friday-monday). How do you do it?
Where were you hunting?
You need to get a digital camera to document your kills.
We were hunting on property adjacent to a recent work-site off of Highway 21. Take 47 North out of college station then follow 21 a mile or so. We are on the east side of the little brazos river in some severely overgrown pastures.
I may not have a digital but you will notice that I somehow managed to get pictures from my old stone-age camera that requires film.
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