Steve BadWinters
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- Nov 26, 2004
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Last Sunday evening I got home happy, tired, hungry, and aching.
Aching because I spent a day in the wind at the temperature of -1°Celsius, I please our nordic friends, don't laugh, I suffer for cold wind, and yesterday , for me it was a really cold wind.
Probably it was better if I had spent some time at the restaurant before get back home, but I was alone and it was too early.
Happy, very happy because I got another black, big for our area, very bristled 120kg wild bull boar!
1 shot in the neck after two hours of waiting, in a green near the top of a mountain, trying to listen to the dogs howling the boar. At the beginning the boar stayed in a bramble bush scrub, indifferent to the barking dog, then at the right moment it got away invisible to a huntin buddy that was arrived near to it in the bush. Another buddy had the occasion to shoot but the boar made at him the surprise to be too near and too fast, beeing followed by the dogs.
Then a not too fast escape on the mountain, five or six hundred of quiet ascending always chased from the dogs, far few meters from it, and second by second more close to me .... It was the first time that I stay in that blind, and I have been told the direction that the boars take in this situation.....I climbed some meter to gain some more visibility and I saw one of the dog trotting toward to me and then the muzzle appeared and stopped looking around for danger.
The cross in the neck and the shot definitively stopped it in the tracks. Then a last tremor and the dogs attack made it fall for twenty meters down the hill ... the following has been a hard work to recovery my prey with two friends ... near the top of one of the mountain that surround what E.Hemingway defined,after the WWII, The Perfect Valley ... Of course I agree with him.
Aching because I spent a day in the wind at the temperature of -1°Celsius, I please our nordic friends, don't laugh, I suffer for cold wind, and yesterday , for me it was a really cold wind.
Probably it was better if I had spent some time at the restaurant before get back home, but I was alone and it was too early.
Happy, very happy because I got another black, big for our area, very bristled 120kg wild bull boar!
1 shot in the neck after two hours of waiting, in a green near the top of a mountain, trying to listen to the dogs howling the boar. At the beginning the boar stayed in a bramble bush scrub, indifferent to the barking dog, then at the right moment it got away invisible to a huntin buddy that was arrived near to it in the bush. Another buddy had the occasion to shoot but the boar made at him the surprise to be too near and too fast, beeing followed by the dogs.
Then a not too fast escape on the mountain, five or six hundred of quiet ascending always chased from the dogs, far few meters from it, and second by second more close to me .... It was the first time that I stay in that blind, and I have been told the direction that the boars take in this situation.....I climbed some meter to gain some more visibility and I saw one of the dog trotting toward to me and then the muzzle appeared and stopped looking around for danger.
The cross in the neck and the shot definitively stopped it in the tracks. Then a last tremor and the dogs attack made it fall for twenty meters down the hill ... the following has been a hard work to recovery my prey with two friends ... near the top of one of the mountain that surround what E.Hemingway defined,after the WWII, The Perfect Valley ... Of course I agree with him.
