Uhunt Better Than Average

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  • Posted By : BRISTLE UP
  • Posted On : Jun 16, 2019
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  • Category : BOW HUNTING » STORIES
  • Description : "I spotted a good boar wandering our way, so I moved in behind a big Galvanised burr bush and waited."

Overview

  • By Mitchell Warren

    Our trip started in Brisbane, on this trip it would be my dad Greg, my mum Terri, my good mate Greg and myself. We were heading for a property we shoot on North of St George in Queensland. We left our place at about four in the morning, I would be meeting back up with the oldies in Toowoomba as I had to go pick up Greg in Ipswich. The trip to Toowoomba was starting to be a bit of a dampener as it rained the whole way. We met up with mum and dad and topped up the tanks, ready to head for Moonie. We took the Cecil Plains road to shave a bit of time of the trip but as anyone who has traveled that road will know there is a lot of floodways and the rain was starting to make us nervous.

    Our thoughts were confirmed once we got to the other side of Cecil Plains, we came across one floodway that was just a raging torrent but undeterred we pushed on and drove through. Dads patrol being a 4.2L with a 3inch lift, and 33’s had no dramas, but then it was my go, Greg and I were feeling a bit suss in my 2.5L D22 Navara. We pressed on and with a bit of water up to the top of the bullbar we pulled through but the water claimed my front number plate, no biggie. We arrived at the Moonie crossroads safe and sound so we ordered a big breaky each and had a bit of a rest. It was still raining, so dad gave the property owner a call to see what the weather was doing out there. It was good news, it was sunny and hot. That was a big relief, so it was back in the cars and onward.

    We rolled into St George at about 10 o’clock, stopped at the BP picked up a bit of bread and milk and kept going. By now it was sunny, and our spirits were high as we were on the last leg of the trip. We saw a few pigs on the side of the road, so we were in for a good trip. When we arrived at the gate, we pulled up, grabbed a beer each and put the hubs in. We crossed the creek and stopped at the homestead to say G’day to the property owner. Once we got to the quarters, we unpacked the cars, got beds sorted and started setting up our bows. We each had a few bows but the main ones we used where: Matthews Helium (Dad) Martin Ridge Hunter (Greg) Bear Attack (me). Most of you reading this are doggers or shooters, but I recommend giving bow hunting a go, it is such a rush trying to get close to a big pig or goat with only a bow and arrow.

    We all got into our camo and off we went. We were heading for a few small lagoons that were only about 1km from the quarters. We paired up and were walking about 100m apart, then Greg and I heard those words we all know on our UHF’s “PIGS” mum and dad had stumbled across a mob of small pigs, but they were pigs none the less. Dad told Greg and me to move across into them, as they would spot him and mum. This was Gregs first hunt with a bow I told him he could have the first shot. We got into about 20 yards from the mob and lined up a young sow, he took the shot, and it was a tad high over its back “BUGGER” just after he shot all the pigs spooked and took off. Dad and I went after them! Two pigs hung around, a small black boar and a small ginger boar, both were only about 6-8 months of the tit, but they were going to have to do. Dad took a shot at the black fella, it went down. I then had a crack at the ginger bloke and drilled him. We continued along the lagoon, and I spotted a young boar in a wallow, I crept into ten yards, and the only shot I could get at the vitals was to go through the top of the back and down into the chest. I took the shot and it was on the money!

    He didn’t have much in the way of hooks, but it was another pig on the ground. On we went along the lagoons and dad spotted a sow and took a shot and bagged another pig! We walked a bit more, and it was starting to get a bit dark, so we turned around and started heading back to the quarters, on the way we spotted a small boar and gave Greg another crack, so dad “The Mentor” took Greg in on this one and showed him the spot to shoot it. I heard a bit of a squeal, the pig went down, I walked over and gave Greg a big handshake on his first pig.

    Not five minutes after we were finished with Greg's pig I spotted a good boar wandering our way, so I moved in behind a big Galvanised burr bush and waited. The boar was feeding right towards me, which is a bad thing with a bow as a head-on shot is not the easiest to pull off. But I waited until he was about 10 yards and his head went down for a feed, and I snuck one down the side of his neck, through the vitals and yet another good pig. Again not the biggest hooks but I can’t complain with this fella. All the pigs that were around seemed to be big young boars. The next day we got up a bit slow (few to many the night before) so we went to find a hole on the river with some carp in it. We weren’t expecting what we found, the hole we walked on to was black with carp. We were in for a bit of fun, which was good as we were heading home that afternoon. I don’t know the final number, but when we were done it smelt like a 'Fish & Chip Shop'. For those who don’t know you have to burn carp that you catch now to destroy the eggs as well as the fish.

    The day was getting on, and we had not seen much, so we dropped Mum off at the quarters and took the patrol out to look for a pig. I spotted a  pig so jumped off and went after him, the wind was a bit swirly so I could only get into about 40 yards, I had a shot and nailed it. Another small boar but at least we were getting numbers. This ended up being the last pig for the trip, there were a few others I didn’t mention in this story but all up we ended up with 14 pigs between the three of us for the one and a half days, not a bad effort with the bows. We headed back to the quarters and started to pack the cars, it's always hard packing up and leaving, but we can't be busting pigs every day. We said hooroo to the property owner, and we were off. We stopped for dinner and a beer at the Moonie crossroads, we were sitting at the bar and Dad asked Greg what he thought of the trip, he said “it was awesome and I had a top time” Dad looked at me and that’s when I said it was better than average.