So, I have access to a spot in Caswell County NC that “contains” a small swine population.
What are these swine? Wild feral pigs, which escaped pig farms, were released during extreme weather conditions, or simply migrated from locations unknown further east and south.
Now, here are some things I’ve learned;
- These pigs are smart.
- The animals move extensively and are very unpredictable.
- Feeders don’t fool them.
- They can smell your scent blocker products and know it’s human.
- They can hear you breath from 20 yards away.
- They stink.
- Their vitals (organs that are vital to their use of oxygen and neurological exchange) are very well protected and compacted forward of all other big game species. Compressed up behind the shoulders.
- They are extremely aggressive if threatened or surprised.
- The list goes on, but I will focus on these top few.
The quest to hunt wild angry pigs started this past fall, just learning the land has been taking me about 100 hours.
I have spent about 4 nights out there, in the soundless night between 9pm and 4am with no actual sightings, but here is what I noticed.
The night is busy, very busy with wildlife. Soundless it is not. Sitting up on a tree stand has been a very rewarding experience during the sunless hours. As the night comes, things move, they call out, they trample in the realm of the non visual. Everything is about sound in the night. Echoes from coyotes, as they howl like movie inspired thrillers, aaaoooooohhh, from the right, maybe 60 yards away. Responses of high pitched oooooooooohh from multiple locations to my front and left.
Surrounded by unseen figures, expressing their locations and territories as they search for things unknown to me. Little steps begin to sound out bellow and behind, tiny eyes shine back from my green LED light mounted on my 10mm Glock 40 Hunter model with it’s extended full 6″ barrel.
The red dot sight is contrasted by the green illumination with shadows from branches and colorless features, green has not other color to it, so everything looks green with darker and brighter shades of green, features of the ground in relation to objects of all sizes disappear completely. I also noticed with white light, the color returns, and the ground, the trees and leaves become visible.
What returns and becomes something to analyze in my brain are always the eyes of little rodents and creatures rummaging in the leaf litter of the forest floor. The cold chill in the night is a distant hollow feeling of invisible cold. Unlike the daytime, when you can catch a little warmth from the sun lit side of a tree, the night provides no reassurance of warmth from any direction.
Layers upon layers of wool are just not enough, a wool blanket is a requirement, to block the wind and warm the air you breath, using escaping body heat. Crevices around your clothing, around your foot wear, around your neck, all bleed out the sustenance and comfort of warmth. The wool blanket is a must have.
The soundless night is a maker and taker, it makes you realize how life could be without our comforts, it takes away your feeling of being better than the animals around you.
Wake up one night, and go sit next to or up on a tree, surround yourself with the power and wisdom of the night.