Wildboars in the blizzard!

Had several days of television news announcing the coming of a storm, so in view that the snow had been removed from the last time, I decided to go hunting. Here in Spain in some places hunting with snow is forbidden.

After leaving work in the morning, waiting at home was Faco, my blood tracking dog, with that impatience and nervousness that characterized him. He knows that goes when I go get the bow and backpack, and put them in the car. I left as soon as I could, but because of the weather it took me more than it should. It was a miserable day!!.



At about five o'clock in the afternoon we were ready, and we walked slowly to a bath to put up the blind. I went with Juanjo, that despite the day he could not resist to stay at home. It was a little late, so before entering the site I observed it from a distance, and. .. Movement! I saw the back of a wildboar pass one second between the heaths. I signaled to my partner Juanjo and we drop down.

I put the stuff on the floor and started crawling between some heaths. The boar had disappeared, but probably he was close making sure that everything was clear. I must be careful. At last and after a quarter of an hour, I reached the last heaths. Only had to wait to see if with a little luck, he had not felt me, although with the wind it was doing, it was almost impossible.

The temperature would be about six below zero, and I was not wearing cold clothes in order to dont sweat in the walk, they were in the backpack along with the gloves. The camouflage mask was already frozen. The wait was long, hail was beating down on my face and I could hardly hold the bow with hands frozen.

Finally, after half an hour the boar decideds howed up. It was beautiful, not very big but with good body shapes. I did not hesitate and when he offered me the side, I draw my bow and let go ... Snatch back strong and calm, well.. blizzard! I discussed the move with juanjo, but with the blizzard had not seen the arrow flight.



Given that it was getting dark, and it began to snow hard, we decided to approach to see if we can see blood and track him, because if it snows, we were not going to be able to see nothing the next day. The trail was exaggerated, the Rage had made another good hole. Seeing so much blood, I was confident of finding the boar in a few yards, until about forty yards he got up in front of me. I should have wait!!The trail was so abundant that we were encouraged, but they are very tough animals. Withdrawal.

Only left fingers crossed and pray for having a nice night without snow...

Will continue...

Pedro Ampuero