FATHER-DAUGHTER HOG - The author's daughter Jessica assisted on this pig hunt after they located a pig bed deep in a canyon. The pig was kicked up from the bed after fresh sign was observed nearby. TIM E. HOVEY PHOTO
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BY TIM E. HOVEY
We hiked through the oak grove before sunup, with Dwayne the pig hunting guide leading the way. As we made our way through the trees, I spotted a field of green in the shallow valley below. From our pace and direction, it was clear to me that we were headed to the cultivated plot. On the drive out, Dwayne had mentioned that farmers in the area reported that wild pigs were decimating their crops at night. Dwayne had scouted the area and knew the pigs would gorge themselves on barley and other food crops and then make their escape to the hills before sunrise. We were there to intercept them.
At the bottom of the hill, we found ourselves hiking an old two-track road that bordered the fenced field of green. The morning was dead quite except for the sound of large animals moving through the green leafy food plot. Dwayne excitedly pointed as a group pigs started exiting the field headed for the hills. I mounted the 30-30 rifle and found the pigs in the scope. A whistle from behind me stopped the group in their tracks. My shaky crosshairs found the largest target and I squeezed off a shot, a clean miss. At the report, the herd scattered, heading in all directions. A large sow cut in front of me and headed straight away uphill. I put the crosshairs on the pig’s head and squeezed off shot number two. The pig squealed once, tumbled to a stop and started rolling back downhill. My first big game animal was on the ground.
This hunt occurred about 25 years ago and is memorable for two reasons — it was the last time I ever hired a hunting guide, and it began my absolute obsession with hunting wild pigs in California.