Light Up Some Porkers
➞ It’s 52 yards to the abandoned feedlot office, but we’ve scattered enough corn in the parking lot that a pig is bound to get closer. The empty silo is a perfect hide, providing shade from the South Texas sun.
Is it opening day of pig season? Always. Yet I’ve failed to kill a pig with a crossbow on the three opening days immediately preceding this one, because I’ve been trying to spot and stalk them through the mesquite and cactus. Enough of that.
Just before sunset, a giant sow with five shoats trots into view. By the time it’s dark, there are 30 pigs in the feedlot, out of range but grunting and squealing their way toward us.
I’m ready with a Night Eyes LED Gun Light affixed to my crossbow scope. Two 100-pound boars are the first to hit the corn. I flood them with a green beam that illuminates them and my crosshair. They ignore the light, eating like pigs, and I kill the closer one. Pigs patterned on a feedlot are especially fat, and grilling up their chops with a whiskey glaze is a good way to savor any opening day. You should try it.
Mud Bath In much of the South, the pig opener is whenever you want to go.