Tom Claycomb

Tom Claycomb

Last week was Part I of a two-part series on a Texas hog hunt. We closed as we were about to take Tony Schumacher out for an evening hog hunt, so we’ll pick up there.

At about 5:30 p.m., Dan ran down and threw out some corn by a pond. We slammed down dinner, and then Dan, Clint, Tony and I headed to blind 115. Bill, Murray and Summer went hunting with pistols.

We set up a few hundred yards away and were waiting on the Slow Glow to illuminate. It’s an ingenious invention. Here’s how it works — it is an LED light and is motion-activated. When an animal comes in, it slowly illuminates and is at full power in two minutes.

We held tight for a couple hours, and then Clint and Dan slipped down to see what was going on. They returned with the report. A big group of hogs must have come in right after Dan baited the hole because there was not one kernel of corn left. We then hit a couple other spots, but Tony had to leave before midnight because of three school kids he had to get lined up the next morning.

As usual, I’ll lose track of the sequence of events, especially because the Slow Glow guys had me up until 3 every morning! One group of hogs were coming in at the high blind and they wanted me to use a rifle there. So I carried a 30-06 Mossberg Patriot Revere tipped off with a Leupold 3Xi 4-14x50 and loaded up with Hornady 165-grain SST.

By the time we climbed up in the blind, they were already feeding. They spooked but soon came back. I took my time and then I touched off a round. The hog didn’t run far.

After that it was a flurry of fast-paced stalks. They had some unique tricks. They’d throw corn along the edge of a pond. That way cows and deer couldn’t eat it. When hogs come in feeding, they make a ton of noise snorkeling for the corn. It sounds like an army of carp feeding.

We had one secluded pond and when we stalked in, they had already fed and were laid up 50 yards away sleeping. We could hear them over there grunting. Ugh, I wish we had brought Bill’s Fox Pro with the hog calls.

The next night we snuck in on the same spot and there were 30 hogs feeding. But it’s hard to sneak in on 60 eyeballs without them seeing you so they busted us and took off, nearly trampling a poor raccoon in the process.

We were doing multiple stalks each night. Hunting with a Slow Glow is great. It allows you to hunt 24 hours a day and you actually have to play the wind just like on a normal stalk. If you sneak in behind the light you can get super close, which provides for an intense hunt.

The next day it was all or nothing with the Benjamin Pioneer Airbow. I told Clint I had to get a hog with it. For broadheads, I was using a Wasp hammer. It’s a stout broadhead and would penetrate a hog.

We went back to blind 115, which is the one we took Tony to. This time we were going to play it a little different. We set up an Ameristep Throwdown blind across the pond under a willow tree. We further concealed the blind with brush. Then we sprinkled corn along the pond.

We went back to camp and ate dinner and then headed back to hunt. We slipped into the blind before dark because we weren’t sure if they were coming in early. The sun started dropping and the shadows grew longer. Before long it was dark and still no hogs.

Then we heard a hog or two squeal off in the brush across the county road. Then another one or two grunting. This time we had brought Bill’s Fox Pro. Clint turned on the feeding hog sounds and not two minutes later hogs started pouring over the dam of the pond and scurrying in to feed.

Clint filmed them a minute and pretty soon gave the thumbs up. There was a big boar in back I wanted but there were always two or three other hogs feeding in front of him. Finally, a shot presented itself.

I touched the trigger and an arrow arced out at 440 feet per second. It hit him so hard that he flipped over. Pretty soon he flipped into the pond and was thrashing around. We waited a minute to let him bleed out but surprisingly he jumped up and took off. We went over to check out things. The arrow had passed through and stuck on the dam. Wow, talk about some power.

There was a good blood trail. Should be an easy track.

Tom Claycomb lives in Idaho and has outdoors columns in newspapers in Alaska, Idaho, Utah, Nevada, Colorado and Louisiana. He also writes for various outdoors magazines and teaches outdoors seminars at stores like Cabela’s, Sportsman’s Warehouse and Bass Pro Shop.