I guess that I need to apologize a bit for the delay in posting this. My excuses range from I have been busy, I have been gone on vacation, and I had to be air lifted from the Grand Canyon and spent two nights in a hospital recovering from an over worked kidney. Take your pick.
At any rate on June 20th I am in my ladder stand by the creek at 8:00 pm. It is 85° and I do not like hunting when it is that warm.
About 9:30 , a raccoon shows up and starts eating my drop corn. At the same time, off to my right, I hear that same sound I heard the last time I was hunting the Beast. He does two low moans that sound more human than pig. The first time I heard it, I was almost convinced of the existence of Bigfoot. But that was all, just those two moans.
After a while, the raccoon started getting nervous. He would eat, look up, wander away, and then eat some more. I started to suspect that the Beast was nearby.
At 9:52 the raccoon looked up and high tailed it out of there. The Beast walked into the feeder light and started eating the corn I had put down. The feeder light was working just as it was designed to do. I stood and got ready to draw. Th Beast was edgy. Any little sound or movement, from me or just in the woods had him picking up his head and looking around. A couple of time he actually walked out of the light. I was afraid that I had lost my chance for the evening. Finally he settled down and got into some serious eating. The only problem was that he was facing directly at me. I stood and watched him for half of an hour. When he had polished off the corn, he headed back to the wood. But he paused standing broadside to me. I was already at full draw and let fly.
I stood with lighted nocks so I could see that i had made a good shot. The Beast screamed and took off. He headed for the creek away from but then turned to his right and made a run around me. I could not see him but I could hear him crashing through the brush. And then nothing. When I shot him, he was to the left and a little behind my stand. The last I heard him was in front and a little to the right of me.
A I sat there waiting and wondering if he was down or had made to a more open space and had run further, I thought that I heard a couple of soft moan. I was thinking that if I heard what I thought I hard, those were his death moans.
I sat in the stand for 30 minutes before I came down. I am a prudent man. Therefore I decided that trying to track a boar that may be wounded in the middle of dark wood was not a good idea. So I took a quick look at where he was standing when I shot him and saw a blood trail. That encouraged me.
I started out at first light for what I hoped was a recovery expedition. I headed for where I last heard him and found him almost immediately. I had made a good lung shot and he had not suffered.
The Beast of Ledbetter was no more.
I stood with lighted nocks so I could see that i had made a good shot. The Beast screamed and took off. He headed for the creek away from but then turned to his right and made a run around me. I could not see him but I could hear him crashing through the brush. And then nothing. When I shot him, he was to the left and a little behind my stand. The last I heard him was in front and a little to the right of me.
A I sat there waiting and wondering if he was down or had made to a more open space and had run further, I thought that I heard a couple of soft moan. I was thinking that if I heard what I thought I hard, those were his death moans.
I sat in the stand for 30 minutes before I came down. I am a prudent man. Therefore I decided that trying to track a boar that may be wounded in the middle of dark wood was not a good idea. So I took a quick look at where he was standing when I shot him and saw a blood trail. That encouraged me.
I started out at first light for what I hoped was a recovery expedition. I headed for where I last heard him and found him almost immediately. I had made a good lung shot and he had not suffered.
The Beast of Ledbetter was no more.
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