After receiving a call from one of my landowners last week (to be honest, it was a scream, not a call...), I was out this morning to check this hunting area for some boar movement....
The neighbours had shot a huge male last week (about 110 kg cleaned) and my landowner was sure about some more of them cruising around and causing "a new type of damage", which I never had heard or seen before:
The boars started digging for mice and worms in his christmas tree plantations, which is usually a good and healthy thing for the trees and forest, but: While digging, they digged out a lot of freshly planted little trees and seedlings from this spring which are now laying around on the surface, bonedry and dead....
Well, I started my stalk on a huge meadow, right in the centre of this area (my TSD friend Wayne knows it very well), where I already shot some boars, but this morning there were only roes and hares around....
Also our female roe season started on the 1st of September, I decided to leave leave them, there will be some friends and guests who may take a closer look on them later on this season.
Then I realized the wind changing from north to south and got back to my car. I took a short drive to the further end of the area and started another stalk, this time along the fenceline of the plantations.... I saw nothing, except fresh tracks, new holes in the fences and digged out plants , but no smelly buggers around....
Finally I reached a small valley and immediately spotted a movement: A lonely larger boar was coming out of one older plantation and headed directly towards another thickness on the other side of the valley!
I started a short run, down a skidding road, followed another logging tracking down along a small creek and moved into the position where I expected the boar to show up (its an old boar track down there...).....
Getting there, I heard the crushing brushes and thought, the boar had already passed me, but then the brushes moved and there it was: Only about 20 yards away, heading towards me!
I didnt even got up the sticks, just raised the rifle, aimed "straight between the eyes" (greetings to you!) and squeezed the trigger.
The shot, a dropping boar and some shaking legs:
Attachment 18783 Nice size, one year old male boar ("Überläuferkeiler"), 67 kg cleaned
When I called the son from the landowner to help me getting the smelly bugger out of the thickness you could hear him laughing:
"You see, this is, why I called you!"
Right! and thanks for sharing my nice stalk from this morning!