Uhunt Old Warrior

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  • Posted By : UHUNT APP - Jesse Farr
  • Posted On : Feb 05, 2020
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  • Category : BOW HUNTING » STORIES
  • Description : The big fella had returned and was heading straight for the young boar in front of me

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  • By Jack Spinks 

    As I laid eyes on one of the biggest boars I have ever seen out in this country of South Western NSW, I knew straight away I had to make this happen. Armed with a brand new Longbow and a few arrows I was beginning to second guess my equipment, although I have shot plenty of good-sized boars this one still had me concerned. As I made my way closer he only got bigger, uglier and the thought of driving an arrow through him was making me shake like crazy. Now only 25m off this lump of a pig surrounded by another dozen or so sows and younger boars the chance of getting any closer was slim to none. I positioned myself behind a small salt-bush which gave me just enough cover to peer around to keep an eye on the boar, but out of nowhere a younger boar begins to feed straight for me and the big fella vanishes. I was gutted; I didn’t know where or when the boar disappeared. The wind was perfect so there was no way he could have smelt me and there was no way he saw me. To be sure I held tight hoping he would come back to the sows that were now beginning to bed under an old fallen box tree.

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    Within a few minutes, the younger boar was close, so close I could have poked him with my bow, but I knew if I whacked him the mob would take off and maybe just maybe the big fella would too. A few minutes had passed, and I decided the big fella was gone and that I would smack this younger boar in front of me, just as I was about to come to full draw I saw the swishing of a big bushy tail out the corner of my eye. The big fella had returned and was heading straight for the young boar in front of me, as he took each step closer the nerves started to kick in. The closer he got, the better he looked, big ripped ears, bushy tail, scarred from head to toe and a head-on him like a horse. The bush I was behind was only just big enough to hide me, and there was no way I could move with the young boar feeding just in front. There was a small gap between the bush, enough to weave an arrow through, so I shuffled back a bit and lifted the bow ready to draw as the big boy made his way towards me. Now under 5 meters with no shot available the big boar walks straight into the young boar, gives him a nudge then flicks him into the air and chases him off.



    What happens next still leaves me dumbfounded, the big fella now 30 meters away after chasing the young boar off stops mid-walk, lifts his head and stares straight through the bush at me then begins to walk towards me again. This time his mannerism had changed, he had now puffed himself up, started chopping his hooks and was moving towards me quicker than before. As he gets closer I look at my bow and think to myself “gonna need a bigger bow,” and this situation will probably go south very easily. Just as he reaches the bush only 2 meters in front of me I slowly draw my bow back and follow him until there is a clear path through the bush to his chest, the second he gave me the right angle I let loose.

    The arrow hit home tight behind the shoulder through the thickest part of his pad, and he instantly erupted looking for whatever just hit him then took off into a sprint, dying mid-stride 80 meters away. The adrenaline was like no other, I’ve been fortunate enough to hunt all over Australia taking deer to buffalo, and everything in between with recurve and longbows but this was something else. Walking up to this boar lying motionless in the dirt was one of the best hunting moments I’ve ever had. I set him up for photos and sat back admiring the sheer size of this boar, the deep cuts and scars, a dent in his head possibly from a bullet, a solid pad that ran from his neck to his back leg and hooks, broken but thicker than your thumb. It certainly was a great day to be a bowhunter. I have no idea on how heavy he was but sitting next to him at 100kgs he sure made me look small.

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