Koda

There is a place in New Hampshire that has boar, It used to be called Corben Park I think.  There is another name for it now and it is a hunting park with elk, boar and the native white tail deer.  My father hunted there several times because a very good friend of his was a member of the hunting park.  Do you know the name of the place now??  I have been there but had no luck myself but you sure could see that the elk and boar were around.

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Lee

Lee

Corbin park has/had a $10,000 a year membership fee, you are fortunate to have ever got in there. Bill Ruger was a member there but I never hunted it with him.  The other handle it goes under is Blue Mountain Forest and Game Preserve.

There is a wealth of information about the preserve at this link -> Corbin Park  Acording to the author, the admission has sky rocketed.

Ziggy

I knew I could count on you Buddy.  Good thing you didn't catch up with them rooters just yet. There's stuff you gotta know first off, or, you better be able to run better than 40 mph and have a clean pair of shorts on standby.

Russian boars do the following, in this order. They eat. And if they have to tiller up 40 acres to get chow it's not an issue. They breed, like rabbits. And, they tear everything and everybody up on sight, including each other.  If it moves it's gonna get hit.

On humans, they charge you with their noses just off the ground, full bore, wide open. When they hit you you'd swear you were just hit by a 1 ton Dodge truck. On impact, they snap their heads in an upward motion. Once those tusk hit flesh they'll open you up clean to the knee and down to the bone.  If you're back in make sure you have some mono fishing line and a sewing needle to stitch yourself up or you'll bleed out like the deer you stick with them broad heads. Whatever you do if you get hit, don't get up until the porker is gone, he'll just nail you again.

Unlike deer, you drop a perfect broadside shot with a 70 pound compound behind the front leg and you're in very deep shit.  The arrow may stick on the surface but you'll never get into the boiler room. It takes them about a quarter of a nanosecond to figger out who just pissed them off and here he comes!

Over time, they have developed a gristle plate that completely covers their core chest area where all the vitals are.  This happened through evolution because when they aren't eating and breeding they are tearing each other up just to stay in shape. The plate prevents them from killing each other off and becoming extinct. I have stabbed for everything I am worth with a sharp Bowie knife into that gristle plate and you can't even scratch it. That's why even guns with frangible bullets won't work either. The bullet hits, blows up, and you just burn hair off the surface. You'll see some Russians with bald blue spots on the shoulders from dudes that took a pop at em with 222 and 223 rifles using varmint bullets.

The shot you look for with a bow is a quartering away shot. Put the pin BEHIND the last rib and drive the arrow under the plate and forward into the vitals. It's the only sure shot with a bow. Rifles in the 270/30-06 class need to be running bullets long for the caliber with a high sectional density to get cleanly through the gristle plate.  In hand guns go for bore diameter, 44 cal being the minimum.

The classic "Medulla" shot drops em clean with firearms, but make it a side shot and not head on. The skull has the perfect angle to skid bullets right up and off without ever getting through.  Trust me when I say, they're tough bastards which is just one reason why I love em so much.

Too, it's one of very few critters on US soil that will hunt you back.  Keep in mind, they are just as apt to be stalking you as you are them.

But of all the game I've ever eaten, nothing, and I do mean nothing, will ever compare to a boar roast. I can set down and wipe out an 8 pound roast all by myself.  It's that good.

Scott Bedee up in Auroa Maine runs a hunting lodge where you can take out a rooter for around $300 smackers. Wildhill up in Fairlee VT also offers Russians but he's more money.  I always liked Scott, he's as rough as they come. With him, you hunt in cedar swamps so thick you have to crawl through much of them. That's short shitting exciting when you're down on all fours and come nose to snoot with an honery 350 pound tusker.  Lord but I love it!

One year I was up there in the dead of Winter. Had to do it, cabin fever was killin me. Plus, I needed meat.  We were out on stands in a wicked snow storm all morning and nobody saw a hog one, they were all bedded down.  We went back in for lunch and there was 6 guys had come in from a Lobster boat with an itchin to kill somethin.  We ate lunch and the snow let up so we went back out on stands.  The lobster guys were packin 308 and 30-06 rifles to the man.

I hadn't been on stand 5 minutes when I hear rooters gruntin down a bunny trail, an here they come, a whole dang pile of em.  I had a 444 Marlin loaded proper with 240 grain Hornady pills and I put the rets on the biggest one and let fly.  The pig went down in its tracks all 4 spread out under em. Jacked another round in an took the next biggest one which piled up right behind the first one.  Just as a matter of course I loaded up full again.

The rest of the rooters went along and I could follow where they were by the shots. Some of it was pretty heavy and I started trippin back to Nam.  After a spell the shootin stopped and I figgered they was all dead.  So as I'm sitting up in the stand admiring my pork supply layin below me I hear some shufflin along the trail the rooters took off on.  Ah yupper, here they all come back down. Every one of em shot square, bleedin like stuck pigs if you will, but none the worst for wear.

Now Scott has a rule, if you see wounded pigs you are supposed to finish em off so he don't have to chase em all over Hell into the night.  I looked at the Marlin Darlin, smiled, and yelled out "Rock & Roll". Pigs were droppin like flies, I killed em all

Scott come down about 10 minutes later and just stood there smilin from ear to ear. "Look at the carnage" he beamed. You said kill the wounded ones, so I did. Yah he sez, you sure did.  The Lobster guys were a little pissy about the huge holes I put in their pigs but Scott lit em up about using pop guns on pigs and told em they was lucky I didn't charge em for the ammo I had to use to dust their porkers.

When the Lord got done puttin the world together he topped it off when he dropped in the Russian Boars.  Thank You Lord!

 Vermont has begun to see many boars.  A frind of mine in Castleton had a pack of atleast fifteen invade his mothers garden and eat the small apple trees they planted.  A local farmer had raised them and either let them go, or they escaped.  A 300 lbs boar was shot by a fella while coyote hunting in the Shoreham swamp near where I grew up.

They are certainly coming, but I would like to point out, they might be good eating and thrilling to hunt, but won't they have an impact on out deer and turkey populations, since they would all be competeing for food, especially in winter?  I'd rather keep my deer and turkeys at this point, but on the other hand I've never hunted boar either.

Theron

Bobby

That's like wing shooting with a rifle, those rooters are movin out!  Almost sounds like a 375 H&H which would be their 9x something. It sure does drop them hogs like a bad habit.