Right then the wild boar saw the guide and myself and headed straight for us. The guide grabbed my shirt and said, "come on", and we headed for a big tree. The boar was after us and the were dogs in pursuit of the boar. The dog that was hurt could not keep up and fell behind. 

The morning scenery was awesome. The sunlight dazzled in the small lake and early morning trout were rising to the surface. The Vermont landscape we were observing was laid out before us like a Charles Denault painting. The cool brisk morning was waiting our departure into the Pines and Alders on the hill on the opposite side of the lake. With our bows in hand and the wild hog guide assuring us it was going to be, "a good hunt," we, my friend and I, Butch Beaudoin , followed our guide to the forest. The guide put us on separate runs. He said he would be back around 11:30 am.

I have to tell you those Vermont hills were not the easiest to traverse. They went up at an angle of 50-70 degrees. Some times standing in back of trees or climbing above the trail was not an easy task. Form 7:00 am to 11:00 am I waited, not knowing what to expect or what would happen, but tension and excitement were my companions. My senses were high strung for four and a half hours. But no wild hogs appeared. 

At the appointed time the guide showed up and asked if any game had appeared. I answered no and off we went to check my hunting buddy. Butch answered in the negative also. 

Walking tenuously down the hill we went to an on old logging road. Our guide went to his 3-wheeler and got our lunch. We grabbed a sandwich and a coke. Since our morning experiences were negative he asked us if we wanted to use dogs. We said, "yes," thinking it would be easier. What a mistake!!!! 

We ate lunch while the guide went to get the dogs. About 30 minutes later he returned with three canines in tow. They looked at me as though they were going to take me apart. He told Butch to wait because another guide was coming three more hounds. 

We took off, heading for the hills. About 12:15-30 the dogs started howling. They had picked up scent from a hog. Off they went and almost immediately those Ol' Blues got that boar a ruining. My short little French legs could not keep up with the guide and he literally pulled me up over some steep ground. The boar was in a stream fighting the dogs when we got there. As the boar headed up the bank -- in my direction -- I nocked a MUZZY tipped arrow and aimed a little high on the shoulder. I hit the boar in the tough shoulder pad and got what looked to me like an excellent hit and good penetration.

The dogs cornered the boar against some trees and the guide told me to nock another arrow. So I did. The boar swiped a dog with it's sharp tusks and the dog started bleeding. I drew back my bow to shoot and waited for the dogs to move clear of the boar. The guide tried to get the dogs to move to give me a clear shot. It did not happen so I let my draw down. 

Right then the boar saw the guide and myself and headed straight for us. The guide grabbed my shirt and said, "come on", and we headed for a big tree. The boar was after us and the were dogs in pursuit of the boar. The dog that was hurt could not keep up and fell behind. 

The boar turned on the dogs, fighting them, and then started back after us. By this time we were behind the big tree and the guide told me to get ready for a shot. Again my 2114 MUZZY tipped arrow was ready to strike. At 20+ yards I put my Cross Hair behind his shoulder. The MUZZY went completely through and bounced off the trees on the other side of the animal.

The guide said that the boar was through now. "Good", I thought to my self, "there is some good eating coming up". But the boar and the dogs were at it again. Again I was urged to nock another arrow. When I drew the boar headed our way, fast, very fast. 

The guide hollered, "throw the bow and run!" 

He did not have to tell me twice. I still think my short legs have the worlds record for 30 yards in 10 seconds!!!

We ran a few rings around the tree with the boar after us and the dogs after it. Then the dogs and the boar were at it again. I got my bow. This time I stopped 40 yards from the boar (that was close enough for me). The third Muzzy Tipped arrow passed through the hog at almost the same place the second one had! The boar ran toward me and stopped out there twenty yards away -- and appeared about to go down. He gave me one last look and fell. It did not get up. 

That is how I see it in my "view from the back of the string".