Today I guided Warran and Marty on a pig hunt. We started the morning in the lower brush country and as we worked a long finger ridge spotted a herd of 20-25 pigs down in a flat but they were too far for a shot and looked to be in a hurry to get to their bedding area, so off we went in search of some others. We cut back through the main valley and as we crested the first ridge I spotted a lone pig down in a draw, well within gun range. We hopped off of the ranger and walked back down the hill to try and relocate the pig. As soon as we could see into the draw I spotted not one but some where around 20 pigs. Marty was the first to strike and within seconds had a 150 pound boar down. After the shot Warran and I tried to get him a shot at the others as they made their way up the hill but an opportunity never presented its self. We quickly gutted and loaded Marty's pig and then headed up the hill to find one for Warran. We were working an area with a few reservoirs and as we came around the corner I spotted a lone boar out feeding in a meadow not 75 yards from us. Warran quickly drew a bead on the unsuspecting boar and the rest is history. After the shot we looked at our watches, it was 8:00 AM, and we already had 2 pigs down and had seen around 50 others this morning. That is how we like it short and sweet!
Casey
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