Some of you may have read about my first-ever boar hunt in the Czech Republic, using Google Translate to help me communicate with my guide (European stalking with added spice, 11 January). For those of you who didn’t, let’s just say it did not go as I had expected and we ended up jumping out of the way of a group of startled pigs that rushed us. (Read more on wild boar in the UK.)
In February I returned to the Czech Republic and, again, I chose to get out stalking boar and mouflon. I wanted to stalk on foot but after the first two outings, seeing plenty of animals but not being able to get anywhere near them, my host told me I was making it difficult for myself and I should take up residence in one of the many high towers. I don’t know if it’s just me but I would much rather stalk; I get bored in high seats and towers and so avoid them if I can.
Nevertheless, I persisted. The following two days were fruitful and I got two good mouflon. The boar, on the other hand, were more elusive. Every night we saw groups in the woods, mostly females with young; adult males tend to be away from the main groups. On the third night we came to a steep wooded hillside. The trees here were chestnuts and the boar loved the bounty that fell from them. We spotted two groups of females and young making a lot of noise as they turned over rocks in search of food.
As we watched them, suddenly one group stopped eating, made a few grunting noises and trotted away quickly before stopping. All seemed to be looking in one direction. After a few minutes, we saw a large male approach. As it came into range, I took it with a chest shot that knocked it off its feet. It rolled down the hill closer to where we were, stopped and got up, so I took a head shot to finish it off. In all, it was 65kg of pure muscle with a large head, a set of impressive tusks and a thick, wiry coat. It was another boar hunt I will never forget.