Too soon the holiday was over, and I was back at varsity. I had a few months to do some retrospection on what I did wrong and how I can improve my success rate. . I read Dr. de Villiers’ book a few more times and decided that when I got back the next holiday I would wait for a pig on a well-used path. When the next vacation finally came I was ready, and went out the first afternoon I was back in town.I knew of a few well-used paths and decided on one in the corner of the property where a planted pasture of about 1 ha was, I sat behind a bush 15 meters from the path.
head through the neck. After all it was only an 8m shot. I released the arrow and when it hit, I was shocked to see three quarters of my arrow still sticking out of the pig. I knew I had to wait at least half an hour, but with the adrenaline coursing through my veins I couldn’t wait even 30 seconds. I had a look at the place he stood but didn’t find any blood. I went on the track for about 40m before I found a piece of my arrow. I could see some blood on it, but not a lot. I continued another 20m and suddenly it started to bleed so profusely that even a blind person could follow it. Later I learnt that with a high lung shot, the lungs first had to fill with blood before it would start bleeding through its nose. Another 30m further and I found my pig and to say I was ecstatic would be an understatement. It went 90m with a high double lung shot. It was an experience that one can’t describe to any person that doesn’t hunt. Believe me when I say that I have tried, but to no avail.
I now spend most of my day thinking about bowhunting. I am either planning a hunt or tinkering with my equipment of reading up about products or reading threads on one of the bowhunting forums or watching bow hunts on Youtube. Bowhunting isn’t just a hobby but has become a part of my everyday life.
I knew I would somehow have to stop a pig walking down the path to be able to take a shot. I took some of my water and poured it in the path, so the pig would stop and smell it. I sat for a few hours but to no avail. I was slowly standing up from my position, when I noticed a movement in the pasture. The grass was tall, and I had to look for a while before picking up the movement again. It was a warthog in the middle of the pasture on its way to the thickets on the western side of the pasture. Now I had to move quick, the pig had about 40m before it would reach the thicket and I had 120m to get in front of it if I wanted to get a shot. Luckily the hip high grass was working in my favour and it obscured the warthog’s sight. I made a dash for the western fence of the pasture and got there about the same time the pig did. The only problem was that it entered the thicket about 40m from me. I thought I missed my opportunity.
I was to winded after the hunched-up 120m dash so I sat under a tree to get my catch my breath. I heard a noise on my left-hand side and saw the pig moving in my direction. I quickly nocked an arrow and as he moved in behind a bush, I drew my bow, found my anchoring points and reminded myself that I should use the top pin. When the pig appeared again it was 8m from me and I stopped him by grunting. This made him face me quartering toward. I decided I would try place the arrow between the shoulder and the head through the neck. After all it was only an 8m shot. I released the arrow and when it hit, I was shocked to see three quarters of my arrow still sticking out of the pig. I knew I had to wait at least half an hour, but with the adrenaline coursing through my veins I couldn’t wait even 30 seconds.