If the pigs squat, we'll stalk. This time Ron muscled my chair through 200 yards of palmetto scrub.
The A-Team got together for a camo-therapy session in April 2009: Hog hunting at Bang’s Paradise Valley Hunting Club in Ehrhardt, South Carolina. If you haven’t seen my previous galleries, I have severely limited mobility because of ALS. My good friend Ron Wagner always finds the time and energy to help me enjoy the outdoors.
Our guide, Tom Collins, maps out the strategy like a sandlot quarterback. “There’s a game trail here…Set up the blind on this side of it. The hogs bed down in the swamp here. I’ll give you guys 20 minutes to set up, then I’ll come in from this end to push the hogs your way.”
Matt Miller steadies my wheelchair as Ron lowers me into the seat. Matt, proprietor of the Tryin Hard Archery shop in Covington, Virginia, gave up his own hunting time and volunteered to help us this morning.
Matt had the pop-up blind open by the time Ron had wheeled me through 50 yards of mud and deadfalls. One of my tires eventually went flat from a thorn we picked up along the way. When Ron apologized, I told him flat, muddy wheelchair tires are much better than clean ones that never go outside.
Ron attaches my BE Adaptive gun mount to the chair. The arm supports a weapon, and swivels and tilts for aiming.
Loading a crossbow isn’t as easy as pushing a few rounds into the clip. Ron had to cock the Horton Hunter HD 175 before putting it on the gun mount.
Checking the scope camera, which lets us both view the sight picture as Ron aims the crossbow for me. Notice that, for safety’s sake, we still haven’t put a bolt on the bow.
We pulled the blind over us and made sure we had the angles on two shooting lanes. I use a cable release to squeeze the trigger.
We watched four porkers trot past too quickly to offer a shot. Then Tom radioed to say two hogs had holed up in a brushpile, and he was pretty sure they would sit tight until we got there.
If the pigs squat, we’ll stalk. This time Ron muscled my chair through 200 yards of palmetto scrub.
When we found Tom, he pointed at the brushpile and said, “One of the hogs is right there.” Where???
Oh…There! At a range of 20 yards, Ron said he could thread the needle and place a bolt in the narrow gap between those two horizontal branches. I trust my point man, so we set up for the shot.
With Ron’s hat shielding the scope cam from glare, we held a powwow to determine where to aim. We estimated where the ribs would be, but the shadows made it a tough call. I squeezed the cable release and the bolt disappeared in the brush.
It was a no brainer…well, at least after this shot it was.
The mechanical broadhead–an XBow XPR 125 by After Shock Archery–entered just behind the ear for an instant kill on the 130-pound boar.
Bringin’ home the bacon. The second hog, a 130-pound sow, had come charging out of the brushpile and headed straight at Tom. He tried to sidestep but the hog veered to keep him in her path. POW! Tom fired his .44 mag revolver at a range of 3 feet and closing fast. He hit it between the eyes and had to jump aside as the hog, dead on its feet, tumbled under him.
My wife, Ligia, and Bang Collins (owner of the lodge) share in our success. I almost fell off my wheelchair when Ron asked, “Hey Bang, do you think Jeremy [of Three Mile Creek Taxidermy] can mount that boar with the arrow stuck in its head?”
When we returned to Bang’s in August, we found that Jeremy had indeed prepared the mount to meet Ron’s request.
Here’s how it looks on the wall: Our Squat ‘N Stalk Arrowhead Hog.

Find out why we call this method “Squat ‘N Stalk.”