Several months ago, I decided to go it along one evening. I had spent most of the day on my land prepping it for an upcoming weekend of hunting. The sun had set and it was pretty dark. I had just finished loading the last feeder and had walked back up the hill to a blind. For those that don’t know me, this is quite an accomplishment for me given that a few months prior, I had both hips replaced with artificial joints.
I eased myself into the blind and closed the door. Yes it’s one of those fancy blinds complete with windows and cushy chairs. I turned the heater on and kicked back in one of the chairs to catch my breath and have a quick drink of water. It was a cloudy night and it was very dark. I know I’ve already said this but I won’t to emphasize that it was so dark, you couldn’t see more than a couple feet in front of you.
I sat there for about an hour, my wife called and wanted to know if I was okay. I told her yep and that I would be headed home soon. I stood up and stretched realizing that my old body was stiffer and more sore than it should be at my age but I accepted it. I opened the door and felt the cold north wind blowing in my face. I could hear the coyotes yelping in the distance and I was not looking forward to the long walk back up to the cabin where I had parked my truck. Before exiting the blind, I took my handheld spotlight and shined it down the hill towards the feeder to see if anything was out and about. You can only imagine my surprise when I saw something looking back at me.
I stand 6′ 4″ tall and about 50 feet in front of me were these two piercing fiery red eyes staring right back at me and they were as tall as I was. The darkness gulped my spotlight so the only thing I could see was dark shadows and those eyes. I’m a religious man…a Christian. I would swear I was looking at the devil myself. I dropped the light and grabbed my old Henry .44 mag rifle from my shoulder and swung it up in the direction of whatever beast was looking at me. Almost immediately, I was charged by a large 400+ pound boar hog. It came running up that hill at a pace I had not ever seen before. It was squealing and grunting and in my opinion was telling me that it was gonna eat me that night.
I waited until the hog was withing about 10 feet from me when I let go with a shot. The old Henry didn’t fail me. The bullet caught the boar hog right between his eyes and he dove head first into the sandy soil less than 5 feet from me. I sat back down on the blind step. A few minutes went by and I heard it let it’s last breath let go. I could see the steam rising off it’s head and the pool of blood forming beneath it.
I walked over to the hog and bent down to check it out. I’ll post a picture of it later on. Words won’t do it justice.