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Originally posted by LHeym500:
I lost a day of hunting due to travel issues. Kelemens met us at the airport and driving in asked if we wanted to give it a try. I said yes, but we won't have time for you to see me shot or check the scope. He did not seem to care. So, I was all for it. We unloaded at the hotel and slapped on our gear. Kelemens travels with his and mine was packed in rifle case.

The outfitter is Kelemens. The area is Gutsverwaltung Miesenbach. You hunt 20k acre farm of a count. It is not fenced. Kelemens is a professional foster managing timber and game.

He does not use a camp per say, but you stay in Hotel Schneeberghof. It is very nice. It is surrounded by a little ski village you can transverse in 20 minutes. There is a train station and you can go up into the alps.
We hiked into a clear cut between two ridges. On the hike in we found a family of roe deer. The buck was not great in horn, but he was tall in the leg and heavy for a roe buck in horn.
We made it to the clear cut at 530 pm. I know because Becca checked the the time. (Kelemens does not charge observer fee). We had one hour of light.

This boar's bottom tusks measured 21 and 23 cm. Before we shot this one we got the drop on one with tusk up to his eye. I was trying to get my wife and Kelemens to agree on price. I think Kelemens thought I was joking when I asked if he would take a check. The monster tucker was half the size in body as this one we took.

There was a standing screen of oak trees. I did not know it, but there was a wallow behind that screen and my boar was in the wallow.

The monster tucker slipped behind the screen and my boar and him started rebel war crying as they engaged in unseen, but very audible combat. The monster tucker broke out in retreat back past us. We had hiked in and held the bottom of a cliff about 10 feet above the ground below.

Then my boar a few minutes later stated to descend the ridge across from us. He came to the level and stopped. I asked Klemens if he wanted me to punch him head on. Kelemens whispered to let him come on board side. The fog and night was collapseing upon us. I had my Swarovski on 10 power. I needed it in the dying light.

He started to come board side. Kelemens looking through the spotting scope breathed, "when your ready." I hit him. I saw him bow up in the scope, twitch, and turn head on. I ran the bolt in recoil and hit him again. That brought him broadside again. I bring the crossfire in front of his snout. When it clears I hit him for a third time. This time God's invisible hand just pressed the big boar into the ground on his side. I did not spine him.

The 375 Ruger with 270 spire point interlock blew the on leg off. Held together by the hide. The last hit blew the collar bone, pulled back in run, and stirum trough a exit hole the size of both my fist on the off side. The second shot entered high on the flank behind the shoulder blades. It liquified everything soft and came out in front of the off hip. It hitting only soft organs did not expand a lot.

When the boar was pressed into the ground Klemens talking loudly and fast, "That sounded like a machine gun." All light is now gone.

Klemens had never hunted with me, had not seen me shoot, and had failing light with an animal that can hurt you. He let me do my own shooting.

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Originally posted by LHeym500:
I do not really know how to articulate this, but I will give it a shot. I was in awe of this old boy when he came out on his victory march after whipping the monster tusker. However, it was not to where I could not function as I had prepared myself mentally and physically to shot and shot again.

Five hundred pounds or four hundred pounds, I knew I had no right to muck around and put myself or Klemens in a bad spot with a big mean critter with dead light. I also had my wife with us. So, I shot as well as I could and as fast as I could and only stopped when he was on his side. I would have shot him a fourth time when he gave a death kick, but Kelemens literally grabbed my arm and said it was ok.

I do not agree with those who say it is anticlimactic to get the killing done efficiently. It was very climatic.

I cannot help but want to know how I would do trailing one of these brutes with the outcome still unknown. It must have been very emotional to go after that big boar that killed your dog all at age 15. My hat is off to you.

Kelemens let me start the game and end the game. I am very appreciative of that. I did not tell him not to shoot. I told him to let his experience tell him what needed to be doing. What this tells me is he does not look for excuses to shot on the client's dime; good man.

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However, it was not to where I could not function as I had prepared myself mentally and physically to shot and shot again.

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I could almost give up my dream for buffalo and just hunt big euro boar forever. . . . almost.

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Originally posted by LHeym500:
Mr. Wyoming: Please still is a pick. You can add it to mine or make your post. I take no issue, but I would love to see him.

I could almost give up my dream for buffalo and just hunt big euro boar forever. . . . almost.