ok but does it require lots of beers to go with the lots of wood?
and come on how did you get close enough to hit it with that???
Well spike, if you insist...
[This will probably NOT be the story that you have anticipated, but it's still true!]
The short, condensed, bare minimum story behind the story of these photos is as follows.......
I shot this warthog [unbeknown to me at that time] just a nearly miss above the left eye with my trusted 30-06. It dropped like a brick and as it lies dead still, I again assumed that it was already dead! I left my rifle in the Jeep and went into the bush to pull it to a clearing so that I can load it onto the Jeep with a home-made pulley system
The warthog was meant to feed about 60 x small unprivileged kids and staff for a week at 2 welfare hostels attached to a school where I was the principal at that time. I致e got the cooperation and goodwill of a couple of game farm owners near the school, who gave me full permission as well as copies of the different game farm's keys for this purpose
I was as usual still in my suit, as I've just quickly slipped out of school for a short time to get some 'proviant' that were low in the hostel that week.[The staff were well versed in telling the inspector that I was just quickly on a ç´ und raising project, if he unexpectedly pitched up at school while I知 not there...] The government of the day has in their wisdom decided to cut all our subsidies for welfare children, as the money could be better utilized for tenders to build new roads in that deep rural area, but it never happened. Well I can tell you a lot about this...
Anyway, as I致e done it many times before, I did not even removed my suit jacket, as I would go directly back to school and be in time for my next class--[Those were the days my friend...to be able to quickly get into the Jeep in my free periods to get a warthog for meat and be back in time for my next class--eish man!]
Anyway as I reached this 'dead' warthog and start fastening a rope around its muzzle behind the tusks to pull it out to a nearby clearing, it suddenly came 'alive' in my hands and jumped up! I instinctively jumped out of the way and trip backwards into a +_ 4 ft. high dense white thorn bush.....
Now, just imagine..., here I lay helpless half in the air with thorns in my back and legs and observe this warthog 'coming for me'! The more I struggled to get my .38 Derringer out of the ankle holster, the deeper I went down in the thorns!
To my surprise the warthog turned to his left when he reached the bush and my shoes and start to walk in a circle round and round
[I think the 30-06 220 gr had shocked something loose in his head somewhere, and that his neuro- functions was all messed-up]
Well, I still wanted to get out of the thorns and back to school...
Eventually, I got the .38 out, and aimed between my shoes at the warty as I lay on my back in the thorn bush? As it turned for another circle and was facing me, I let fly and hit it a little off center to the left of its chest. It seemed as if the shot had no effect on it at all, and it turned for another circle.
This time I hit it with my last shot in the forehead just a short distance from the soles of my shoes, and again it went down, but kicking its legs as if it tried to get up again!
Ignoring the pain and thorns in my back, and ripping and ruining my suit jacket, I scrambled out of the bush and ran to the Jeep to ç–Žrm myself again, as I am now out of bullets. [The Derringer is only a 2-shot]. As I do not want to waste time by getting the gun out of the bag and reloading it, the first thing that I saw on the back of the jeep was this short camp axe. I grabbed it and ran back to secure the next couple of days meat. The warty was still down on its side, but frantically milling with its legs, so I let him have it between the ears.
Well, I made it back to the hostel in time to continue my next class as if nothing has happened, while the hostel staff starts processing the meat. My wife was the only one who knew at the time of this escapade, as my suit was ruined and had to be replaced.
Now, that's why I've got myself this big cold steel boar spear, as I've got far more trust in it than my hide away .38 Derringer! The things that we've done when we were younger, hey?
If I look today at some of the stinking rich kids from a different culture and country that I now have in-front of me at school, I wonder if today's younger generation will ever understand or even comprehend where we came from in life...Their biggest concern now seems to revolve only around the latest electronic devices, and some the bigger boys try to be mucho by seeing whom they can impress with their late model mustangs and corvettes...
I feel sometimes sad for them in a sense, as money can never buy these real life experiences that we致e had, and I wish I could give some of them a character building warthog to hunt the hard way!
Well, I know that times have changed, and that we will have to make peace with it, but still....! [lol]