Les Couteaux du Chausse

Sarge, you live the life I wish I could (without all the hassles you have to bear, of course :D).

Question: what happens to the head + hide when the meat is long gone?
 
Question: what happens to the head + hide when the meat is long gone?
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Most of the hogs that get hunted in Texas, with the exception of exotic game ranches, are what's known as feral hogs. These are hogs from domestic stock that long ago escaped captivity, and have adapted to living in the wild. They're considered nuisance animals, since large herds can wreak considerable damage to property, and they compete with native whitetail deer for food. Considering their "nuisance" status, there is no closed season on the feral porkers, some of which can grow up to about 600 pounds.:eek:

The head and hide? Not much point in mounting one of the heads, IMHO they are some blamed ugly critters. I guess the hide could be put to good use, but my town neighbors might not appreciate me erecting a hide stretcher in my back yard. Nope, all I want is the meat and the tusks, the coyotes and buzzards can have the rest.

Sarge
 
Thanks, Sarge. Your posts have got me really interested in pig hunting in Malaysia (next to where I work) or in Hawaii (where I am from). I don't think they have 'em the size that you do, though. Must be a Texas thing :D

By the way, on the web I noticed that boar hunters don't seem to recommend using shotguns and buckshot although knives (and presumably khukuris) are popular. Any special reason why (except for pure stopping power)?
 
I used to do alot of hunting when I was younger, I found that enjoyed being out in the woods more than the hunting. Just being one with the woods and taking in all the sights and exploring.

I learned to respect nature for what it is and only take what you are going to eat. I have lost the taste for wild game over the years.
Although I do like fresh fish that comes out of the stream or lake much better than that store bought stuff.
 
Let me preface this post with a note that while I enjoy hunting, I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with a bow. Rifles and shotguns for me. Gives me great respect for those who can take game with a bow. One of my installers gets a deer every year with a bow.
But, I have a couple of bow hunting stories:

Recently, this case is now going to trial, so last season, involved a party of bowhunters on the ground and an individual up in a tree stand. One of the ground hunters, who was alone at this point, somehow managed to shoot the fellow in the tree stand, killing him and pinning him to the tree. He said he saw a deer and shot at it. Hmm, how did that deer get in the tree. So then it was, he shot at a deer on the ground, it must have ricocheted and hit the fellow in the tree. Up on manslaughter charges as this one is a little tough to figure out.

Second story: A good friend of mine, who is a big guy, and his teenage son were bowhunting from a tree stand. As he was climbing up he slipped and fell. He impaled himself through the ribs on one of the metal rungs attached to the tree. Couldn't get off the rung even with his son's help. Had to send his son through the woods to get help while he hung there. Kid found some people to help and they got him out of there. Missed the rest of the season, but went back next season for bow, blackpowder, and rifle.
 
Originally posted by Ankerson
I used to do alot of hunting when I was younger, I found that enjoyed being out in the woods more than the hunting. Just being one with the woods and taking in all the sights and exploring.
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I think of all the things I can't do anymore that I miss being in my beloved woods and fields most of all.:(

I learned to respect nature for what it is and only take what you are going to eat. I have lost the taste for wild game over the years.
Although I do like fresh fish that comes out of the stream or lake much better than that store bought stuff.
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I haven't lost my taste for wild game as I think it's inbred into my very being but in the latter years I was still able to hunt I went at it in a completley different way than I did when I was younger with much more respect to the animal people I was hunting.
When I was younger hunting was about food and survival and I was first and foremost a meat hunter and fisherman.
I had a couple of fish traps in some local area creeks that generated me lots of catfish and turtles, if nothing else.
The native alligator gar are pretty dayumed smart as I never did capture any of them although I did wade out in some riffles one day and stabbed one.
I was really dayumed glad I went for the smaller 4 1/2 foot one rather than the 6 foot one as the smaller one was all I really wanted to handle. The 6 foot one may have killed my young smartass self.:eek: :rolleyes:
 
The 6 foot one may have killed my young smartass self. -Yvsa

just a thought, being young and smartass, do they make any other kind of 'self' at that age?

You said your beloved woods. That's how I feel. Wandered the Mojave and Southern mountains above timberline for years. Now up here in Montana wander the rolling prarrie and mountains. I wander just to wander. I stop in some silly places. A little shrub no one notices. I don't want anything to take that away from me, Yvsa, but it is in me, and if some day I can't go out, it will still be in me.


munk
 
Originally posted by munk
The 6 foot one may have killed my young smartass self. -Yvsa

just a thought, being young and smartass, do they make any other kind of 'self' at that age?

You said your beloved woods. That's how I feel.

A little shrub no one notices. I don't want anything to take that away from me, Yvsa, but it is in me, and if some day I can't go out, it will still be in me.

munk
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Munk, believe it or not in my almost 63 years I've met a couple of youngsters who were wise for their age, Very Wise.

I know exactly what you mean Oginali, (My Friend in Cherokee) I know exactly what you mean!!!!
Nothing or no one can ever take the memory of the whitetail doe that came within 25' to 30' foot of me one beautiful morning when I was in my beloved woods, setting down and playing my Flute.
The way she moved her mouth as she really wanted to talk with me in words, but just wasn't built right to have that happen.
Then later on after she had walked off, turned her back to me (a sign of trust?) and walked off to join the rest of her small group that all stood stock still while watching me walk by in my lumbering gait and without appearing the least bit nervous!!!! (I have often wondered if they had heard me playing as well and knew I was no threat or that she had communicated with the rest of her group some way.)
Whatever it was one of the few truly joyful moments that some of us mere men are sometimes entrusted with as we do our very best to walk in Beauty, or in my case, Follow the Good Red Road, in the Sweat and Prayer way.:)
 
Yvsa, thank you.
I've seen my six year old son walk to a Jackrabbit closer than a man could before the rabbit jumps away. And sometimes when I am in the right person, I can do the same.

I have been present when a consciousness seems to fall upon we who are in the forest. Outside, not of my making, yet inside where I can feel it. I've seen the look in the eyes of animals. I don't know how you were able to describe it, but you did when you talked of the deer. It is as if we all were waiting for something to happen, or holding together all that does. Maybe if someone were strong enough, brave, or very kind, he could ask the deer if she wouldn't mind being a sandwich the next day. I think we are all very much the same. Sometimes I think we are waiting for Him to come, and the deer and the rabbit would recognize Him too.


munk
 
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