A blog about my various adventures. Most of these adventures involve motorcycle touring or hunting.
Saturday, January 23, 2021
2021 Hog Hunt Day 5 - A Final Day and Drive Home
Thursday, January 21, 2021
2021 Hog Hunt Day 4 - She Came Back
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
2021 Hog Hunt Day 3 - Another One-Deer
After dropping the kids off to school Rick and I went to feed stands. All had been hit well including the stand I was on the previous afternoon. But daylight is always the question.
Tuesday, January 19, 2021
2021 Hog Hunt Day 2 - Under the Cover of Darkness
Up at my normal time I putzed around online for a while before reading Donald Hall's Essays after Eighty. It was only OK. The beginning was good, but it didn't stay that way.
Rick and I went out to feed the stands around 9:00. All had been hit well - the ever present question being if it was during daylight. We kvetched about ammo availability. Rick has been looking on gunbroker.com where it is now going for astronomical prices.
With the stands baited we headed back to the lodge. I should have gotten a bit of exercise by walking down to the river, but ended up half-napping while watching The Office and eating lunch. Then it was off to hunt. Rick dropped me off at Fish Snatch where I quietly made my way down the sandy track to the box blind.
It was warm, but once again the wind was significant. I appreciated being in an enclosed blind with the wind; even if it did blow in, I stayed quite comfortable. Once situated I was quite comfortable and settled in for the afternoon.
Some time through the afternoon Joe texted me. I last hunted hogs with Joe about five years ago and he continues to vicariously hunt hogs with me. Unquestionably I have met quite a few characters down here. I was glad for the distraction since not much else was moving. About the only excitement through the afternoon was when some kind of small, colorful raptor-bird landed on the shooting port of the blind when my face was only a few inches away. I'm not sure who was more startled - the bird or me.
Like the previous day as it got later the wind died down. For about the last hour of daylight, the wind completely quit - so much that the silence was absolutely deafening. I love these magical moments. It was so quiet that every creek of the chair I was sitting in felt like an explosion. The quiet also made me hopeful that the pigs would show up.
Around 45 minutes before dark, I heard some thumping to my right. Peering through the shooting port I saw a one-antlered fork horn buck walking down the 2-track. It either heard or smelled me and bounded away quickly after passing the shooting blind. I also thought I saw something moving way beyond the corn pile, but I wasn't sure and if it was there it almost looked more canine-like. Darkness came with nothing else.
I packed up my stuff and headed back to the gate. Rick was there shortly and I got in. We talked for a few minutes about not seeing anything on one of my favorite stands. A few minutes later Rick asked, "How hungry are you?" I wondered what joke I was being set up for but I really hadn't thought about eating yet. "I'm pissed off about you not seeing anything. Let's grab the thermal and see if we can find anything in the dark." Being alone in camp has some priveleges. "We ain't going to stay out all night, but let's try it."
"In a dark time, the eye begins to see." - Theodore Roethke
I dropped off my rifle while Rick got his 7mm-08 AR with FLIR scope and we headed out again, driving to a field Rick doesn't hunt with clients but whose owner has been having hog problems. Using his handheld night scope, Rick saw many deer and a large group of hogs. We parked at the gate, and because there was a bright light there, we hoofed it down a ways before climbing the fence and making our way to the back part of the field. I could not believe how we could walk the field without spooking the hogs. Many of the deer took off, but under the cover of darkness, once the pigs are settled they are fine as long as they didn't smell us.
Once at the far end of the field rick set up the rifle. I looked through the scope and picked out a bigger hog. They didn't look very big in the optics so I settled on the biggest one. Since it was a group of pigs, I figured it was a big sow. I settled the digital cross-hairs near the pigs neck and squeezed the trigger. In AR-platform, the 7mm-08 is a pussy-cat, but it rocked the tripod. Looking through the scope again, I saw my hog was down.
Rick grabbed the rifle and shot twice, bringing down another hog. The rest of the group, quite confused, ran directly toward us, going into the woods next to us. Rick and I talked quietly for a few minutes before he left to get the truck. Standing there in the darkness I saw a vague shape and realized it was a big hog - and it was not acting right. It took me a minute to get the FLIR back on and looking through the scope I saw it was Rick's hog. It was close enough that I could see blood splashing off of it onto the ground. It took me a few seconds to get the scope on the hog, but in the pitch blackness I wasn't sure what was behind the tree line. I held off shooting - a decision I regret a little bit.
It took a while for Rick to drive up, and I told him about his pig. We easily found bright red foamy blood that was easily followed. Unfortunately, it was not recovered although there is little doubt it is dead.
We drove back up to my pig which was an enormous boar hog. And despite being well shot, he wasn't done yet either. Rick had me walk up behind it with my SP101, and I gave him a coup de grace (Rick videoed this - but it is a bit much to share...). It never ceases to amaze me how tough a big hog is. My shot right at the base of the skull with a hand-loaded XTP produced a near-geyser of blood.
We took a few pictures in the darkness. I'm quite sure it is the biggest hog I've shot and definitely had a good set of cutters on him. Now was the next problem - how to get this beast into Ricks truck. We ended up going back to the lodge to get the receiver tray and it was still all we could do to get him loaded up.
Back at the lodge we got him set up for better pictures in the daylight. I knew he would be inedible, but was hoping that like my 2016 hog, it might be. Sadly, he smelled truly terrible; eating him would be like eating 4-day-old skunk (although in all fairness, I've never eaten skunk). I have no issues shooting feral destructive species - but it can feel a little wasteful at times.
I was tired and Rick asked to be let off the clock. Even though I was kind of hungry, I knew if I ate a lot I'd regret it so I snacked lightly before turning in. After hog hunting for many years, night hunting was new and quite exciting. It makes me want to come back in the summer some time to have a go at it.
Monday, January 18, 2021
2021 Hog Hunt Day 1 - Self-Guided Start
After a reasonable night's sleep, I woke up and had a couple cups of terrible hotel room coffee - so bad it is good. I had to kill time to not get to Rick's too early, but eventually I couldn't stand it and left for the couple hour's drive.
Letting the Garmin decide how to macroscopically route me is almost always a mistake, but this time it gave me a new route that I really liked. I will definitely try this again on the way home (Exit 82/Screaming Eagle Road -> US601 -> US378). I finished My Lobotomy and listened to a few NPR podcasts. Just like the previous day, I was able to lose myself in the drive.
At some point Rick called me and asked where I was. After telling him, he told me he was headed out to a day at the beach with his SO. I asked about hunting in the afternoon. "Well shit..." he had apparently forgotten the rearrangement we made in December (and why I had gotten a hotel room and was almost there). I thought about texting him the screenshot of it I had grabbed from my old phone when the Pixel rang again. "I was trying to figure out how to make this work and thought - he can take care of his own damn self since he's been coming down here for the last 25 years." I was fine with this, although I also thought it was funny given how protective he is about his stands. Sending someone out on their own was almost unthinkable.
I finished the drive and got settled at the lodge before getting final instructions from Rick as to where I was to sit. The miracle of modern cell phones helped where he was able to text a Google Maps pin. It also helped that it was near another stand I knew.
Getting to the location, I found the stand easily enough after wallowing through a muddy trail and got up in it. Temperatures were moderate in the upper 40's, but it was really windy and I had a very hard time getting comfortable - and I just sort of felt off. But it was a nice enough afternoon. The wind died down throughout the afternoon and I was at least mostly enjoying it.
Time did drag though which was made worse by not seeing much of anything at all. I really had to play games with myself to not look at my watch frequently. For a few brief minutes as the sun set, the sky above the field I was hunting turned the most amazing pink/coral color. I thought about trying to take a picture, but these things almost always pale in comparison to the actual thing. And life's fleeting magical moments can be better experienced living in the now.
Darkness approached and at the almost-too-dark-but-still-can-shoot-but-probably-shouldn't hour a murky figure came out onto the corn pile. Peering through the scope I was almost relieved that it was a deer. Within minutes it was too dark to do anything. I waited a while longer just sitting there in the dark. But with traffic on the nearby road it wasn't that blessed, tranquil darkness. I climbed out of the stand and made my way back to the truck.
Back at the lodge I ate some canned chili and watched TV. Rick showed up a little while later and I met his SO Tammy - who seemed very personable. I turned in shortly after, thankful for all that had gone right to bring me once again to the Low Country.
Saturday, January 16, 2021
2021 Hog Hunt Day 0 - Driving
Back in December Rick asked me to come in a day later than originally planned for hog hunting since he had people who wanted to be there on my original drive day. I often get to his place with enough time to hunt on the day of, but it is never guaranteed. And since the only real cost was a hotel room during a year when almost nothing was spent on travel, I opted to leave on my drive day anyway and get most of the way there. This did make it somewhat awkward as I couldn't get to the hotel too early, meaning my normal crazy early leave time had to be pushed back. Since I can't sleep, this meant an early morning at home while a headache throbbed behind my left eye.
The coronavirus is like a loose tooth. As the hog hunting trip approached, I said I wasn't going to worry - just take an appropriate level of caution and enjoy it. But every few minutes ... there is that loose tooth again.
So after an early morning with hot cocoa instead of coffee I pointed the Ridgeline south. I took a wrong turn getting on the interstate very near home. Holy crap I need to start traveling again. I was embarrassed at the rookie mistake.
"Every now and then, you realize, with perfect clarity, that you are just not where you want to be."-Killraven
Never has that been more both metaphorically and actually true...
There was minimal snow at home; I expected it to disappear quickly as I went south. But the snow increased, at times significantly as I drove. And in the cold early morning there were a few spots where it had refrozen into slick ice. There was one stretch were as I slowly decreased my speed, I could feel the tires very briefly lose traction several times. It wasn't terrible, but a little nerve-wracking. Surprisingly I only saw one vehicle (a tractor-trailer) off the road.
My headache subsided, but was there most of the day. I found it easy to just lose myself in the drive. Wow do I miss this. I was listening to My Lobotomy by Howard Dully. I heard about this book while touring the Trans Allegheny Insane Asylum. The book was good, but it was as much about the screwed-upness of a dysfunctional family - and other assorted characters - as it was about the effects of a lobotomy. But I still enjoyed it - as much as one can "enjoy" a book like that.
Once out of the mountains the weather started to break. Temperatures increased but so did the wind. I've always loved the aura of I-26 where it descends from the Appalachian plateau down to the lower elevation. Maybe it is just a reminder that adventure is ahead.