Well, I’ve been preparing for boars like this mysterious old hermit for a long time now.
Well, I’ve been preparing for such mysterious, hermit-like sows for a long time now.
For a chance encounter like this, I’m willing to spend the night out from 4 in the afternoon until 7-8 in the morning, 8 meters up, on a Summit Viper PRO SD stand barely larger than half a square meter, fixed to a tree, which I’ve optimized with a few modifications for long, motionless waiting.
Last year I already had the luck to meet a similar hermit, when a brutal thunderstorm rolled up into Somogy county from the direction of Zala county on an early-summer day.
Back then too I was sitting out on my tree stand, 8 meters up, 25 meters from a feeder.
The local hunter just shook his head, saying how crazy and fanatical I must be, since nothing would move anyway at a time like that.
I had two goals: to test the brand-new Incinerator set, and to see if something might come after all.
It was an incredibly exciting experience to play hide-and-seek with a boar once the storm had passed.
The pig kept dragging in the nearest corn cobs from the base of a bush, until it had to venture further and further out for the next one.
I drew the bow on it several times, then let it back down, because it was extremely jittery and restless.
Fortunately, the dripping sounds of the forest from all around masked the noise of my movement.
In the end it stayed out in the open, but I still couldn’t find a position suitable for a shot.
For nearly an hour and a half we sized each other up and circled one another — without it ever knowing.
Events like this, and others like it, are what give bowhunting its true thrill…
As for the current wallow’s resident boar, I hope one of the cool autumn nights brings us together too.
