Febuary 15, 2010
Jacksboro, Texas – I left East Texas on a Friday after a night of rare snowing to go to our deer camp for a weekend of deer hunting with my dad. I got to the camp a little early that evening, so I didn’t even change out of my traveling clothes, I just grabbed my 7mag and jumped on the 4 wheeler and took off towards a deer stand.
On my way to the stand, I noticed huge tracks in the snow following the road, then they turned and headed towards a feeder. I didn’t plan to hunt that stand, but I figured I’d at least go take a look and see. I killed the 4 wheeler in the road and started crunching through the snow towards the feeder.
I followed the tracks towards the feeder until I rounded a corner and could see where the feeder was. When I got the feeder in view, I could see an animal under it. I crouched down, I put a big bush between me and the feeder, and walked right towards him so if it heard me, it wouldn’t be able to see me. With snow everywhere, I was wearing a black Carhartt jacket, blue jeans, work boots, and a hat, no gloves, no face mask, no camo, nothing you would find me wearing on a normal planned hunt.
Walking in the snow was really dang loud, I didn’t think there would be any way I could sneak up on any wild animal. I got about 50 yards from the feeder and I stepped sideways from the bush to take another look, and it was still there, still moving around and not alarmed. I could tell he was big, but didn’t realize how big. The brush was thick from that angle, but I could tell it was a hog for sure. Our landowner hates hogs and wants us to kill as many as possible, so I aimed freehanded into the bushes, waited until he was either facing me or facing away, I couldn’t tell which, and shot right in the middle of the black blob through the brush. (more…)