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|A Catfishing Story from |
Homer of the Texas Boars Message Board
|How would the true story of I have already invested $600 in hog hunting
and ain't seen nothing but tracks. True, but won't stay that way.
How about the one that got away.
We always check with each
other when running our jugs and there is always this one fisherman who
has the hard luck story about the big one that got away.
One morning when there was no waves I was running my lines and I kept noticing something that looked like a log bobbing in
the water. So when I finished baiting this curious kid had to check out
the bobbing. It was a big catfish that was trying to gulp air.
Not knowing if the fish was sick or what.
I tried several times to net him, but every time I got close he would go under.
So I gave up and checked on Joe and he had his regular story about he lost a good one.
Yeh, yeh I had to hear the same old thing again.
When I started back to the boat house I thought I would check the bobbing fish again.
This time I cut the engine and used the motor and the wind to drift into the fish.
I got lucky and netted him. A twenty-four pound blue.
I found out why he was bobbing. He had Joe's one pound weight hooked on his tail and it
was too much to swim with it and it was running out of air.
|Ol' Jim's Story from the REED RANCH
|Title: I carried Kevin’s walkin’ stick and was proud of it! by Ol' Jim
Now, I hear there’s been some stories going around about how Ol' Kev and I killed that big ol ugly texas graybearded hog on my place on that full moon night in July of this year.
Some of the stories I heard are true; some ain’t. And you know, yours truly, Ol' Jim is always the one with the true story.
I got the pictures to prove it.
Well, it was one hot moonlit night on the Reed Ranch when Kevin and I headed out to my north pasture to see if we could sneak up on one of those big hogs roaming free on my place.
Before we left, we had a discussion about whether we was prepared or not. It all started when I suggested we carry a portable chair with us, just in case we wanted to sit a spell. "You can if you want to", Kevin said. I should have known better.
As we left, we both agreed on one thing. Seems as though some of the best times we’ve had on hunting trips was when we were the least prepared. Know what I mean? When you prepare too much, it just spoils some of the fun. "Yeah", we both said, and drove off.
You have to understand who I am and who Kevin is. I own the ranch and we have monthly hog hunts on my place. Kevin is the feller that does all the work baiting things and getting everybody set up to kill a big hog. Now, we ain’t had a hunt yet in which somebody didn’t get a good hog, but this one was mighty close to it.
We were on one of these monthly hunts when it all happened. We had finished getting everybody set up and settled down for some home made ice cream when we got to talking about us going out in the pasture and checking things out.
Kevin had been saying for weeks that he knew of one large hog that had been walking the main road from the duck lake to the cut-off. I heard Kevin say on more than one occasion that he figured that hog "WAS IN BIG TROUBLE!". Kevin had been threatening to go out several times and I jus don’t think he could take it any longer.
We headed out as Kevin turned to me and said "If one’s out there, he’s toast".
We got out to the duck lake around 10:00 pm and headed out on foot down the main road through the north pasture. As we headed out (Kevin with his rifle and me carrying his walking stick), Kevin turned to me and said "Did you bring the mosquito spray?"
"Heck, no", I said. "I thought you were going to get it".
Darn, first mistake. I know that because if I heard Kevin say once, I bet I heard him say 50 times "I can’t believe we forgot the mosquito spray". All the way down, I could hear Kevin slapping and muttering to himself, griping and complaining about those darn mosquito’s.
As we moved down the road, we could see out in the pasture almost as good as in daylight. Ever once in a while, we’d stop, and Kevin would survey the pasture with his binoculars.
"All I see is deer" he said. Now, me being delighted at the size of my fawn crop and the number of bucks we been seeing, was really happy about that. But Kevin wasn’t, because he was hunting hogs, He weren’t on no sight-seeing tour.
About three-quarters of the way down to the cut-off, Kevin spots something under some trees about 250 yards out. I quickly ready the walking stick just in case I have to move swiftly into action.
I hear Kevin say "That may be a hog, lemme look". "Nope, it ain’t". "Wait". "Yes, it is". "It shore is".
Ummmm, now, things were getting exciting now. So Kevin and I head out in the general direction toward the hog. Ol' Kev starts sneaking up on the hog with me close by, just in case the walking stick is needed.
Now, by this time, I bet you’re wondering why in the heck would I be carrying a walking stick.
Well, it ain’t no walking stick. That’s jus what Kevin calls it. It’s really a prop for his rifle so he can take a steady aim. You can likely see it in one of the pictures that accompanies this story. All the supplies necessary to make your own walking stick can be found in your handy plumbing store. That’s all there is to it.
You might also think that the feller who has the responsibility of carrying the walking stick may either (a) not be too smart or (b) was real hard up for something to do. But you’d be wrong. Now, I ain’t finished the story yet.
We sneaked out in the pasture a little piece with that hog still in sight. I was following in Kevin’s footsteps so I could be as quiet as possible. I sure don’t want to be messing up with Kevin sneaking up on a hog. I’d never hear the last of it.
Well, we got out about 100 yds in the pasture and about 100 yds from the hog. And I hear Kevin say "Uh oh".
"What is it?" says I.
"Reed, you got more skunks on yore place than anywhere I’ve ever seen", says Kevin "I hate skunks".
"Huh", I say.
Just to emphasize the point, Kevin makes it known that he sees two skunks to our right and one skunk directly in front of us, heading straight toward us.
"That’s just like a skunk", Kevin says, "skunks always are heading toward a feller, never away from him".
Now, that’s a fact that I never knew before, but I didn’t figure this was a time for a lengthy discussion about it.
"Time for a detour", Kevin says, and I agree "Uh huh". And, of course, by this time, most every piece of brush I can see has a white stripe down its backside.
About the time we start on our detour, we stop and try to get a look at the hog again. "Darn, lost him". "Where’d he go?". "Darn skunks" "I hate skunks".
I made the suggestion that the hog must have gone into that ol' slough that I knew we were a little piece from. Now, Kevin never paid much attention to this, because he knows I don’t know jack about hogs.
Never did, still don’t. And Kevin knows it.
"Lost him, darn". "Reed, I can’t believe you didn’t bring the mosquito spray".
Uh, here we go again. It’s just when something goes wrong that somebody always brings up something that’s jus gotta be your fault. Know what I mean?
"Let’s head back in", says Kev, "these mosquito’s are eating me up". And says again "I can’t believe we forgot the mosquito spray".
By this time, I was ready to head back in. Because I was getting real tired of hearing about the mosquito spray anyway.
We head back. We cross the little culvert to the ol slough and I remark "I bet we see that hog again". "Maybe so", Kevin says.
I knew he was beginning to humor me. Hey, I was the one with the walking stick and I figured I had a real important job. By this time, I was taking my job real seriously. I knew he couldn’t hit jack if he didn’t have that walking stick close at hand.
Kevin has only two arms. One arm is for carrying the gun; the other arm has to hold the binoculars up to his eyes. That don’t leave any hand or arms for the walking stick.
Sure enough, about 200 yds down the main road, Kevin stops quickly. "There’s something under those trees".
I swiftly rush into action. Kevin takes the walking stick and steadies his rifle. POW!..pop, I hear. Ummmm, what was that "pop" I heard?
Kevin has a way of reading a fellers mind. He says "Did you hear that pop?". "I shore did", I said.
"Well, I smoked him". "Let’s go get him".
Now, this was really getting exciting. Kevin tells me that he’s laying underneath the pig pipe tree, but I’m still not sure of it. That hog could be jus playing possum.
We walked about 125 yds and, sure enough, that big ol ugly texas hog was smoked. WAY TO GO, KEVIN!! I was really excited. "Bet we forgot our camera’s, too", I thought to myself.
Nope, we remembered. High-fives and all, we were both excited. We went back and got the pickup truck, took our pictures and loaded that sucker up. He was a real good looking hog. Weighed 215 lbs and we was real proud of what we’d done.
It was about midnight when we got back to the bunkhouses.
Now, for all you fellers that know the story about the sounder of grayghost whumpus hogs on my place, I gotta let you know that this hog DID have a speck of grayghost in him. In fact, that hog had a gray beard just like a Alabama feller I know.
I’m having that hog head mounted and it’s gonna be displayed at the ranch for everybody to see. I know one thing for sure. Everytime I see that hog head hanging, I'm gonna think of ol' Graybeard and the night of the whumpus hog killing.
One closing note about the mosquito spray. Ol Kev and I figured out what the problem was. We been the ones reminding all the hunters not to forget their mosquito spray. And, there ain’t nobody to remind us to get ours. Now, there’s yore trouble.
Never gonna forget that moonlit night in July when I carried Kevin’s walking stick and forgot the mosquito spray.
IT JUS DON’T GET ANY BETTER THAN THAT!!
By Ol' Jim
|The Mule Footed Boar
By Builder from Texas Boars
|THE MULE FOOTED BOAR
By Steven W. Lindsay
My hunting partner and co-worker George Ryland and I are from the great State of Oregon with lots of hunting opportunities.
However, Oregon doesn’t have any Wild Boar so when a business trip to Texas came up I jumped at the opportunity to go on a Wild Boar hunt.
After spending hours and hours on the Internet looking for places to go it was finally narrowed down to just a few, and I decided on a hunt with Kevin Ryer of texasboars.com.
That’s when the adventure of a lifetime began and I’m not talking about the hunt.
For six weeks it seemed like my hunting and travel plans changed every few days.
First it was deciding on what hunt to go on as there were several exciting options.
Then George, just by coincidence had business in Texas the same time I was planning on going so after more emails back and forth with Kevin he eventually scheduled us both for a hunt on the Young Family Farm which is located in prime hog country bordered by miles and miles of swamp land.
At this time you’d think I was all set and had a hunting partner to go with too but was I ever wrong.
Less than a week to go and my business meetings in Dallas were delayed.
That wasn’t too much of a problem though as being an avid outdoorsman I have never canceled a hunt but working with the travel agent to change my flight and get me home was a different story with such short notice.
The details are many but I wanted to go hunting so my return flight was finally scheduled less than 24 hours before I was to leave.
Finally having a way to get home I was off to Texas.
I arrived at the Dallas Fort Worth airport around noon and was picked up by George who had arrived earlier.
Our rental car and hunting rig was a beautiful new red Pontiac Grand Am.
Yes I know you’re thinking it’s a perfect hog hunting rig, but I felt a little awkward not being in my 4X4 pickup.
We then headed about an hour and a half drive to the town of Canton where we were to meet Kevin our host and guide for the night.
After a quick stop at the local rifle range to site in my 270 and George’s 280 rifle we met Kevin right on time at 3 p.m. in the afternoon and were at the hunting site by 4 p.m.
After a quick orientation by Kevin we knew what hog hunting was all about, or did we?
This was one of those very few hunts that everything went just absolutely perfect.
This hog hunt was to be a night hunt from a ground blind over looking automatic feeders about 30 yards away that spits out corn at predetermined times which brings the hogs out of the thickets that they hide in by day and keeps them coming in regularly.
After sitting in the blind for a short while and being entertained by the many different birds that were robbing the corn under the feeder just before dark, there was a images of movement in the thicket to our left.
Less than an hour in the blind and hogs were already coming in.
And they came in fast too. Before we could even move to get our guns ready several hogs came in with two larger ones that were running and darting around in front of us not 10 yards away.
Now before the hunt, George let me know that he wanted if possible, one of those wild looking multi-colored hogs, and my preference was a boar of any size and of course just like looking for horns on a deer or elk, the bigger the better.
Of the two larger hogs, one of them was a very interesting looking black and white speckled hog.
George was able to get his gun up slowly and had his sites at one time right on the larger but more typical looking black hog of about 150 pounds but George knew he preferred the other although a little smaller, for its unique markings and he waited.
By the time they moved around a bit I had my gun up and the cross hairs right on the neck of that big black hog while waiting for George’s gun to go off and hoping I would be quick enough to fire on this one.
Well his gun never did go off, as he never got a good look at the speckled colored hogs neck as it was always facing away from him.
After waiting for what seemed like a long time but it probably wasn’t, with my sites on the black hog I started hearing in my mind Kevin’s remarks from earlier that if you have the cross hairs on a hogs neck you might want to take the shot because you may not get another opportunity.
Well the wait on George shooting was too long for my patience, and the rifle went off sending a 270 Nosler partition bullet through that hogs neck and it dropped where it stood.
Now I’m not sure what Kevin meant by not getting another opportunity though because the night was still young and we didn’t know it then, but we were going to see a lot more hogs before the night was over.
In fact it wasn’t even dark yet and after pulling my hog back near the blind we waited some more and we didn’t have to wait long before more hogs were coming in.
With several good hogs to choose from George took the first one that provided a good shot opportunity and down it went.
Now I’m thinking with two hogs down that were done for the night but our gracious host Kevin is saying this is fun lets get some more hogs.
And us boys from Oregon are thinking all right, I like these Texas fellows who love to hunt.
By now dark had set in and we're waiting and listening to the sounds of the night when all of a sudden a hog darted out of the woods not 10 yards from us and right back in before we could react.
Well this woke us up a bit and I thought I was in tune with what was going on around us but a large boar had walked in very quietly to the feeder and George was the only one who heard him.
After several minutes of not wanting to move for fear of scaring the hog away, George finally got the attention of Kevin who looked through the night vision scope mounted on a .243 and then he handed it to me saying it was a nice hog.
Now I’ve never even looked through a night vision scope before, but I found him in the sights and looking through the scope I didn’t think he looked any larger than the ones we already had but I steadied the rifle and squeezed the trigger.
When the spotlight came on we couldn’t believe how big this boar was and estimated him to be about 200 pounds.
He looked huge compared to the others we had taken and I was a very happy hunter.
Upon a closer look we found out that this boar was a rare mule footed hog and that this breed normally doesn’t even get this big, so a true trophy it was.
While Kevin hiked out to get the four wheeler so we could haul the three hogs out George and I sat down to see if another would come in while we were waiting.
And in the pure silence of the night the feeders timer went off and let out a scream as the wheel spun and spit out more corn of which the sudden noise had George hanging off the holly leaves above me.
With the laughing that followed we gave up on hopes that any more hogs would come in and we just waited for the four-wheeler to arrive.
With the hogs all loaded up back at the truck we moved to another location to see if we could get George another hog.
When we arrived at the new site you could tell hogs had been all over the area earlier in the evening and we set up to see if more would come by.
Yes they did and not a half hour later two hogs came out of the brush right near us and George brought up the night vision scope and we waited and waited and waited.
There just seems to be something about George and hogs as he again had a hard time getting one to turn just right for a good shot.
Eventually one did and another hog was headed for the barbecue.
It was about midnight now and we headed out of the woods to get the hogs hung up to cool.
After a good nights sleep the skinning party was on the next day and then I was on a plane back to Oregon already planning a return trip.
If your interested in a hog hunt in Texas I would certainly recommend Kevin Ryer.
Not because we had such an exceptional and successful hunt but because of Kevin’s hospitality.
You can tell just when someone loves to hunt as he does.
Kevin has an appreciation for the outdoors and worked hard to make our hunt a memorable one.
Check out his website for lots of hog hunting information and message boards at TexasBoars.com.