Razor Dobbs June 26 2012

26 June 2012

I gotta tell ya. We've all hunted out of lots of blinds. Home made boxes, elevated, pit, tent pop-ups, brush, etc, etc. I've personally hunted out of a gazillion different kinds and built a few as well. Some were good, some horrible. But the truth is, none of them felt right. They were either total junk or so nice that they made you feel like you were hunting out of an apartment or even worse- from the outside looked like an apartment. I hate that. Above all, a mature, wise game animal will be very leery of something that looks like an outhouse. If the blind doesn't fit to the surroundings, it will be a HUGE red flag to an old beast's survival instinct. Sure, some animals get used to any kind of blind you put up, but the question is: what kind of caliber trophy are you really wanting? I like 'em all, but I'd take the mature monster over a young whippersnapper any day. That is one of the reasons that I'm a believer in the amazing hides made from Nature Blinds. #1. They are so REALISTIC that your dog will pee on it thinking it's a real tree. #2. It's quiet. It helps muffle all the racket I make trying to sit for 3 hours. #3. It's comfortable and hunter friendly. #4. It's tough: rain, heat and snow proof. The windows, hinges, latches etc. are quality. I'll use the blind year after year knowing I'll get more than my money's worth. #5. I can move it to different locations if I want. I've been rolling and sliding and carrying my NBs ever since I got them. They still look and operate good. So, there I was. In the heat of the night. Deep in the midnight hour hunting a specific HUGE boar that I've seen on random game cams throughout the BladeLands. He was shifty, smart and totally nocturnal - kinda like one of my ex girlfriends from college. A totally wise old scrapper with big teeth. He's no fool and he won't take any foolish mistakes from you or me. I had been sitting in my Nature Blind listening to the crickets chip for 4 1/2 hours. It was now 11:30 PM and there was nothing. Then, the sounds came from the thick brush to the East. I knew it was hogs, I just didn't know if it was him or not. One by one, dark egg like shapes appeared. The closer each one got to the Kill Light the more they took the shape of a pig. I was totally hidden in my Nature Blind, but I still kept silent and didn't move. The seconds turned to minutes and a half hour later a huge dark shark looking beast appeared at the fringe of the light. It was him. No doubt. In no hurry, he pushed his nose through the leaves looking for a snack. I was getting a little fidgety wondering if I should take to low percentage shot or not. I chose to wait but swore if he left before he came into acceptable kill range, I would eat glass for a week. Ten minutes pass. He turns and takes a few steps closer into the light. Two more steps and I'll send an arrow with a Razor Dobbs Black Death Broadhead his way. Another step. Then, another. Drawing back a bow at an animal is usually when I get busted. I don't know if those wise crackers can pick up that slight drawing sound or my nervous energy, or both. When the arrow came back to the corner of my mouth I was shocked that he or none of the other hogs heard a sound....the closest one was 5 yards away. ZIP-PHUNK-CRASHDOUBLELUNZ!!!! He spun around like a bucking bull then bulldozed through the brush. Then silence. I waited an hour and  a half to track the huge boar. From impact I had a bloodtrail that Ronnie Milsap could follow. Thank you Black Death Broadheads. 80 yards through the broken brush, the beam of my flashlight danced across this huge, dead monster. GASP!!!. (I don't think I've exhaled since.) He was the biggest boar I've ever killed. I wanted to take a picture of the hog by my Nature Blind, but after freezing up the wench 3 times trying to load him, I was vetoed on unloading him for a picture at the blind. Whatever the case, he was Nature Blinded! -Razor Dobbs www.razordobbsalive.com