Ok so these are from a few years ago. No dont ask how long ago they are, its winter and I dont want to further the depression. Anyway we used to have access to a great piece of property for a small tresspass fee. It was 5000 acres in mid California. Shot quite a few pigs there and my first deer. I was just driving and so I was 16 when we started hunting there. In this first picture is the first pigs we got. It was the end of the day and my friend and I were dragging our butts down the road back to the truck after a long day of nothing. My friends brother in law was the real hunter and our access to this land. This was our first hunt. Well as we go along I hear the Ed whispering pigs! I thought at the time he was muttering to himself because of the lack of targets. At last he spoke up and said "pigs to the right." My friend and I turn and there were two pigs staring at us from the brush maybe 25 yrds away. Not real sure who hit what we we got them both. Lots of shots fired. Two pigs down.
My dad came along on a few trips. The next picture brings back memories of how low you will go when you get hungry enough. The day before my dad worked a full day. I had everything ready to go when he got home and we left almost immediately. He did not eat anything. We drove the 4 1/2 hrs to Eds place. We always parked outside and slept in the truck so as not to disturb them. It was always late when we got there. A few hours later Ed is there waking us up and we are on our way to the ranch. Still no food. I guess excitement was filling our bellies. It was just getting light as we pulled through the gate onto the property. We parked right there and were walking up to a spot where we could look at a pond down below. Well to our left these two sows and about 15 30 to 40 lb piglets came running right at us. We shot the two sows and my dad and ed chased down two of the smaller pigs and caught them. After a bit they let them go. They were plenty big enough to live on their own. We loaded those pigs up in a hurry and headed off to another spot to see if we could see more pigs. It was somewhere around noon before we finaly took time to stop and eat something. When I openned the cooler and looked in, the PBJ sandwiches that I had made the day before were now swimming in the ice cold water at the bottom of the cooler. It was mostly floating globs of peanut butter and jelly. The bread was all but gone to where ever disentegrated bread goes. Well dad was so hungry that he took his hand and used it as a sieve and filtered what he could out of the cooler. Remrember his hands were still covered with pig blood. Gross!
The black sow you see in the picture was much skinnier than the fat little red sow. Her jaw also looked a little funny. My dad would always take the brains and tongue and so on to eat. Well when he went to take the tongue out of the black sow, she was missing most of her tongue. I cleaned the scull off and as you can see in the picture the black sow had been shot before. The shot had blown the whole side of the jaw off along with most of the tongue. The jaw was completely healed and you could see right where the bullet had traveled. The hole in the jaw left by the bullet was full of acorns and wheat. It had to be very hard for the pig to eat. But she was in good condition and some of the piglets had been hers. That is one tough animal!
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