Feral Hogs have been my nemesis for the last 3 years. I have driven close to 2,000 miles to chase pigs through environments ranging from swamps to mountainous terrain. The pigs in Georgia were a complete challenge due to the fact they had been extremely pressured the week prior to our arrival and the pigs here in Virginia were no different even while hunting at night.
I came across an advertisement while on Instagram for a place in Greenville, West Virginia called Mountain Meadow. I spoke with the Owner Brandon White and soon after booked a hunt for the last weekend in April.
I decided to take my bow along for this trip as I had been skunked previously while using firearms and am at the point where I want most of my hunting to be more of a challenge. In the months prior to the trip I practiced at distances of 40 plus yards to ensure that if given an opportunity I would be comfortable taking the shot.
Upon my arrival to Mountain Meadow I was pleasantly surprised by the terrain and the lodging. The terrain was steep with lots of water for the hogs to wallow in. The weather was not ideal at mid –day with temperatures hovering in the high 80’s. I decided to hit the woods anyway in hopes of ambushing a hog while in a wallow.
My guide dropped me off on an old logging road and with the wind in my face I began to stalk down through the semi-open woods. I made it roughly 90 yards and bumped a group of pigs who were tucked down into an old blown down tree. The hogs were gone before I could even get my bow drawn. I watched he hogs run down the ridge and into a deep valley. I let them settle down for close to a half hour and began to move in the general direction they went.
When I was able to get the valley into full view I sat down and glassed. After a few minutes I caught movement up on the opposite ridge near to peak. The hogs had moved through the bottom and were crossing into the next valley. I made a plan to get the wind in my favor and took off in hopes of cutting the pigs off.
Unfortunately that plan did not work. Hogs are a lot faster than I expected and I ended up bumping them again. As I watched them cross into a deep valley I knew my only hope would be to somehow get above them and let them feed towards me.
I hustled through the valley and up on to the next ridge. I made a loop of around ¼ of a mile up and over into a ridge were I hoped would be above the hogs as they fed for the evening. After making it to the general location I hoped for I sat down and glassed. After about 30 minutes of glassing, I picked the pigs up moving towards me through the deep valley. They were about 115 to 120 yards away and feeding in my direction. I decided to stand up and sit tight until they got into bow range.
After what seemed like an eternity, the hogs fed into 40 yards. I readied myself in hopes that the hogs would feed closer. After about 10 minutes, a large sow and small boar broke the 30 yard mark. The sow looked to be pregnant so I waited for the boar to present a broadside shot. Finally the boar turned quartering away and I drew.
I settled my 30 yard pin in the pocket behind his front shoulder. I took a deep breath and while releasing the breath I slowly touched off my release. The orange vanes of my Victory Archery Arrow streaked through the air and found its mark. The boar spun and fell down the steep cliff. I ran to the edge and searched for him through my binos. After falling he had made it 20 or so yards into the bottom.
I picked my way down into the valley and walked up to my first feral hog. It was a quest that was started in January of 2014 and I finally finished it with archery equipment. To say I was ecstatic was an understatement. With work ahead of me I texted the guide and began to get to it.
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