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<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id=ieooui></object> <style> st1:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> </xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 14pt;">WILD BOAR BOWHUNT</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 14pt;">By Tom Cole, Pottstown, Pennsylvania</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>Being<span style=""> </span>an incurable romantic I had turned to the straight end longbow some twelve years ago.<span style=""> </span>Also my romanticism toward simplicity in bow shooting had caused me to drop out of tournament (Archery) shooting with the increasing usage of sophisticated equipment , peep sights, kisser-buttons, stabilizers, clickers. Etc.<span style=""> </span>I became a bowhunter (this before the advent of the cable pulley contraption-the compound)!<span style=""> </span>I developed an overpowering love for, and forsook all others, for the ultimate hunting weapon-the longbow!<span style=""> </span>Its simplicity and stability and the natural way one can shot if from any imaginable position at moving and still targets makes it become part of your.</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>As a result of this love the Old Timer Longbow Company, of Pottstown, Pennsylvania, came into existence.<span style=""> </span>I turned a fulltime hobby making traditional equipment, patterned after those used by such greats as Art Young, Saxon Pope, Howard Hill, and Bob Swinehart, into a full-time business.</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>My son Kurt, who makes arrows and assists in bow making, had noticed an ad about a boar preserve in upper Penns Woods, and as I had been looking forward to a vacation with my wife Gwen(a hunting widow), also could use one, we soon arrived at the Boar Preserve.<span style=""> </span>Earlier, in public lands, my 12-year-old son, Butch, and I, had both scored on deer.</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>The next day, Thursday, the boar hunt begins.</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>7:30 a.m.-Breakfast served, boar sausage, eggs and coffee.</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>8:15 a.m. With Mark Gee, son of the preserve owner , we entered the forested preserved accompanied by the preserve’s pet dog “Lady”.</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>8:40 a.m. We locate four Russian wild boar, three of fair size, and one larger.<span style=""> </span>I of course wanted the bigger boar, and seeming to read my mind, Lady went into the brush, and flushed <span style=""> </span>it out;<span style=""> </span>The smaller ones had been stand in a clearing, in bow range about 30-yards.<span style=""> </span>As the big one broke and ran along a ridge at about forty yards away.<span style=""> </span>I was using a “test” model of the Old Timer Longbow, made of Yew and Action Wood.<span style=""> </span></span></i></b><b style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I picked an opening, drew an arrow, pulled and released in one fluid motion.<span style=""> </span>The longbow was 75# at my draw length.<span style=""> </span>Usually I only use wood arrows, but this time I was using fibre glass, as I was testing a new broadhead that would not fit over a tapered wooden shaft(I have been using only wooden shafts since)!<span style=""> </span>The arrow being unfamiliar to me went very low, hitting the boar in the foot.<span style=""> </span>Hopefully the broadhead manufacturer will make it, in the future, so it will fit on wood shafts!</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>8:45 a.m. Mark, Lady, and myself are off looking for a limping boar.<span style=""> </span>Soon Lady found <span style=""> </span>and ran(chased) the boar down a<span style=""> </span>hill, head for a thicket.<span style=""> </span>But Lady flushed him out, and he tore past me at about 25 yard.<span style=""> </span>I piced an opening between the trees, pulled and released.<span style=""> </span>The arrow(now wood with a Howard Hill broadhead) hit a little high and far back, missing the spine by a fraction of an inch.<span style=""> </span>The boar, now enraged, head up a hill, Mark tried to head him off, but the boar had other ideas.<span style=""> </span>Luckily for Mark he was able to climb up just as the boar passed under narrowly missing him!</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style=""> </span>8:50 a.m. The boar quartered away and I ran to intercept it.<span style=""> </span>It stopped and turned to face me twenty yards away.<span style=""> </span>As I drew “Old Faithful” and aimed for the boar’s head.<span style=""> </span>Mark yelled “Watch out Tom, he’s really ticked off!”<span style=""> </span>He charged!<span style=""> </span>I must have flinched in releasing the arrow hit his shoulder penetrating about seven inches.<span style=""> </span>It did not stop his charge so I dropped my longbow and just got up a tree as the enraged beast passed inches under me!</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;">8:55 a.m. Lady again in pursuit working like a champ, showing much courage in dodging savage thrust as she tried to stop the boar.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;">9:00 a.m.<span style=""> </span>Mark and I are out of breath.<span style=""> </span>Once again the boar was turned toward me.<span style=""> </span>Drawing an arrow from my back quiver I came to half –draw, then to full draw when the <br> Russian was 25 yards away.<span style=""> </span>Arrow hit with a “chunk” and disappeared up to the feathers, behind his left shoulder.<span style=""> </span>The boar still running as I quickly placed another arrow near the first.<span style=""> </span>Then he stopped, turned on me for his final charge!<span style=""> </span>As he came there was no tree handy.<span style=""> </span>So I released and the broadhead buried directly between its eyes, instantly stopping the charge, and ending the hunt!<span style=""> </span>We all sank to the ground for a much needed rest.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;">9:30 a.m. We are back at camp, what to do next?<span style=""> </span>Talked to Gwen and decided to bowhunt turkey.<span style=""> </span>Reserve owner reluctant, because he did not think I could hit one with a longbow.<span style=""> </span>But Mark “If he ca see one he can hit it!”<span style=""> </span>We agreed to go after lunch.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;">12:30 Delicious lunch of roast boar, mashed potatoes, and all the trimmings—</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt;">A wild turkey hunt, but that is another story.<span style=""> </span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></i></b></p>