"Marcelino" > wrote in message
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I'll never forget killing my first Hog.
It walked directly under my hiding spot and I put
a Brodhead Arrow right between the shoulders.
That tough old ******* thought he was going to eat an apple. HA!
The arrow didn't kill him and he went running off through the brambles
with the arrow dragging the ground since it went through him.
He was squealing and tripping on the shaft and the shaft was catching
on brambles and twisted in him as he tried to flee.
I caught up with him in a spot that was too brushy to draw my bow
and then, he turned to attack. I drew my machete and speared it at him
until I backed into a spot where I had room to take a good swing .
The first swing was a good one. The end of the blade caught him
between the eyes and sank in deeply, but stuck in his forehead.
To my astonishment the blow failed to dispatch him and, after backing
off a few steps, he charged again. What a sight this was. A hog that
weighed nearly two hundred pounds with a machete sticking out of his
forehead, an arrow sticking out of his chest, charging and blowing blood
from his mouth and nose as he came. It was Hell and the Devil himself,
but the arrow caught on a root as he charged and he fell on his side.
As he tried to right himself, I grabbed up a large chunk of flint lying near
me with both hands and struck him in the neck with all my might.
His blood spewed for a dozen feet in crimson arcs as he thrashed,
covering me and the surrounding brush as he struggled.
He succumbed rapidly to the blood loss and his struggling lessened.
I succumbed to my exhaustion and fell to my knees.
Then there we were, only a couple of feet separating us,
looking into each others eyes. There was a communication that is
difficult to describe, an understanding of the struggle and its
implications.
He let go and I held on. His life for the proliferation of mine.
He was the one more experienced with this. He had bitten the life out of
other living beings and filled his mouth with their still beating hearts.
He had tasted the warm blood as it still held life, and he liked it.
Now I do.