Need to update y'all on my goings-on since I shot these two. Winds switched around to N to ESE sector and that is most favorable for my two stands. Game cam showed that the target species was habitually showing up at 9 PM or soon thereafter, so I grabbed my bow and some arrows and went for a sit. Here's the result of the first sit:

Got in the seat about 7:50, wind in my face, sun already behind the trees. Camera says pigs (primarily large boars) are showing at 9-10 every night (feeder spins at 8:45). All settled in although got some work to do -- new seat is about 1.5" too high--easy fix. Here's a view from the ladder stand:



Here is the trail the perps usually come down:


At 8:56 I see the black one coming down the trail--takes him about 10 minutes to get into the pen, then he spooks out a couple of times. He's a good one.


Finally gives me the shot and as I raise the bow, he bolts--don't know why--no noise, too dark to see movement--guess he "sensed" me.

So, I settle back down, have a drink of water, and continue the waiting game. About 9:30 I'm trying to put the cap back on my water bottle and it is all tangled--and notice there is a smaller pig in the feeder pen. Slowly get the cap on, hang the bottle, hook up to the loop and wait for the shot. He gives me the shot and because I've been shooting high, I aim a bit lower--and, of course, I shoot under him. Off he goes. I sit a bit, and decide it's time to head home so I hook the bow up, lower it, put on my fanny pack, and grab the water bottle for a final drink. As I am putting the cap back on the bottle--there he is again. So, hang up the bottle, pull the bow back up, clanging against the metal ladder on the way, which doesn't bother him a bit, never takes his nose out of the corn. Get an arrow nocked, hook up, and wait. He gives me a closer shot, quartering to, and I think I can get the Razorhead in his heart/lungs easy. I release, watch the red lumenok fly straight at him, disappear, then do a flip as he takes off. I listen closely, hear him crashing brush, then in about 30 seconds I hear his last breath--I think.

Get down, check arrows and blood, and find both:




Follow a good blood trail to the pen fence (not a Stevie Wonder trail, but easy to follow), look down the exit path, and there he lays--too easy. He was 21 steps from where he caught the arrow.



Arrow entered just between his ear and shoulder, and exited through his breastbone. Bear Razorhead strikes again:



Didn't get the big one tonight, but the landowner will still be happy that this 170-pounder is gone--and I'll be back another night for the big boy.

OK-that was Part I from Friday night. Fast-forward to Monday night, back on stand:

Winds are still from N to ESE favoring two of my favorite spots so I took another trip tonight. Pigs showed right on schedule--big sow, two smaller boars, and a small shoat. None were the right size or sex for a friend who wanted a pig, so I opted to take out the large "piglet factory".




She weighed 172 and good to remove her from the herd. However, the tattletale (camera) showed the one I've been trying to shoot for a month finally dominoed and now there are 11 more potential targets in the 'hood.



They are pretty laid back too--just thinking what a 3" mag goose load would do here:

So: What are you waiting on now?
Go get another dozen, by then they'll have reproduced at least twice more. Never ending situation it sounds like.

Good shooting, three shots, two pigs. Not bad for an archer.
Thanks for sharing,
George