I got back at 5am this morning from a week in Turkey where I had arranged to meet up with Ferhat, the owner of a gun shop in Didim.
The day started with a short taxi ride into Didim at 5.30am to the Apollo Temple where I'd arranged to meet with one of Ferhat's friends who would take me to the hunting cabin.
We arrived at just after 6am and I was invited into the cabin for a traditional Turkish breakfast with the hunting party.
After breakfast I was handed a CESA Arms 7+1 semi auto 12g shotgun, an orange hi-viz cap and a cammo vest full of brenneke slug cartridges

Ferhat loaded the dogs onto a trailer while one of the guys looked around for his boot which one of the pups had ran off with, then we set off into the mountains just as the sun was starting to rise.
After walking for over 2 hours we still hadn't seen any boar, but plenty signs that they'd been there... fresh droppings and tubers dug up along the rides. The group decided to take a break and assess the situation, a lot of deliberation followed but I didn't understand a word of it until Ferhat pointed the way and said "we go"
I followed closely as he meandered his way through the thick vegetation which flicked back at be as he pushed his way through. My legs were taking a whipping and my calf's were starting to burn. Time for another sit down...
Then the dogs started "yipping" and we knew they were onto boar, I heard shots from lower down the hill and my guide set off like a mountain goat. I went over on my ankle trying to keep up and as we dropped down the hill I caught a glimpse of a large boar less than 100mtrs away running from left to right. Ferhat signalled to me to shoot and although I wasn't really sure of the effective range of a 12g slug I took aim slightly in front and fired 3 shots before the boar disappeared into the thick vegetation. I knew I'd missed and I was quite relieved to see the animal running up the other side of the valley a good 200yds away well out of reach of the shotguns, which confirmed that I hadn't injured it. It stopped for a moment then carried on running. At that point I remember thinking I wish I had a rifle, I could have taken it easily.
Apparently there was 5 boar but I only saw the one that ran past me, the other 4 had gone up the hill and over the other side and from what little Turkish I could understand no-one had managed to hit one and it was everyone else's fault
So that was my first wild boar hunting experience, not the outcome I hoped for but not one that I'll forget in a hurry.... high on the list of the hardest things I've ever done, those mountains are hard going and I was relieved to get back to the hunters cabin for lunch of some sort of bready, eggy tomato mushed up omlette with salami and olives. Followed by more bread dipped in Tahin and grape mollases.
My host said I'm welcome back anytime, which I will definately take him up on. One of the other guys offered me a days partridge shooting and clays too
