“Warthog hunting at its best! Join a passionate hunter on his quest to outsmart this sought after specie.”
Phacochoerus Africanus, Kolobe-Moru (Sotho), Warthog (English), Vlakvark (Afrikaans). A very sought after animal for hunters and can be found on most game hunting farms. The warthog’s meat is ideal for cabanosi, salami and cheese sausages to name a few.
Who and what is a warthog? They are classified as migratory game and move from the one farm to the next. Digging holes under the fences are their speciality. They stay in burrows in the ground which they use for protection from predators and to house their young. They enter their burrows backwards, allowing them a quick escape and to attack with razor sharp tusks.
There are a lot of myths surrounding the meat. For eating purposed it is advisable to harvest a young female, but there is no question that a trophy pig with huge tusks is a dream for most hunters.
The upper tusks grow longer with age. The lower tusks are much smaller but extremely sharp due to them shaving against the upper tusks. A Warthog’s instinct is to protect him from dangers or threats instead of always running away. This makes it challenging to find an old boar with big tusks.
What makes hunting warthog so unique is the fact that they move around and is not territorial.
Most hunts are planned around a target species. Shooting a warthog is always an option but you don’t plan your trip around it. It is more of an opportunity hunt than anything else.
Many videos are available of warthogs protecting their young against large predators like lions and cheetahs. This stands to show that a warthog is always up for a challenge and will stand his ground.
Up to date I have only shot 2 trophy warthogs and would like to tell you about my experiences.
May 2002, Makhado, formerly known as Louis Trichardt, this was my first hunting season with my own hunting rifle which I received earlier the year on my 18th birthday. My cousin and I harvested everything on our hunting list, to end the hunting weekend on a high note it was decided to target warthog. It is not a mathematical equation, water = warthogs. Not long after we settled at the water hole, a sow and 4 piglets came in. Shortly after, they were followed by two young boars. We decided to pass on them.
After a quick drink, they started making their way back from where they came. While we were admiring the multitude of bird species surrounding us, a massive boar with large tusks approached the waterhole in a brisk trot. All I could see was his striking white tusks towering out proudly above him. My cousin repeated in a soft but demanding voice….. “Take him, take him, take him…”
This was the final confirmation and I did not hesitate to place the crosshair on his left eye and squeeze the trigger. The sound echoes thru the valley followed by a deafening silence. This was the perfect finish to an already wonderful hunting weekend.
The second trophy pig was harvested in 2011 between Dwaalboom and Makoppa, close to the Lenkwane River. In 2010 I got married and because my in-laws are not regular hunters, we decided to make a family hunt a fixture on our yearly calendar.
After a long but uneventful first day, it was decided to hit the veld the following day at the crack of dawn. We started the next morning with the PH, followed by my father in law, Hendrik, and then myself with the hunting rifle. The long grass and dry leaves along with the heightened weariness of the animals where contributing factors for an extremely challenging hunt. We made the call to stay on game trails to reduce the noise that was responsible for breaking our cover.
The trail led us thru a highly dense silver cluster leaf area. The distinctive sent of the silver cluster leaf was hanging in the air when the PH spotted 2 pigs in an opening. Due to long grass, the pigs tend to feed in well grazed areas. I immediately gestured to my Father in law to take the shot which he declined because he was holding out for a big impala ram.
Needing no second invitation, I raised my riffle only to discover that it was two adolescent pigs. Undisturbed and unaware of us they continued to peacefully feed on their elbows. In order not to spook them and give our position away, we decide to wait until they move off.
Waiting motionless, when all of a sudden the crackling of the bush drew our attention to something approaching. The sound came closer and closer before a massive boar broke cover displaying his enormous tusks a mere 15 meters away. Once realising our presence, he had a brief moment of hesitation. When the warthogs’ natural instinct told him to run, luckily my hunters’ instinct told me a split second earlier to squeeze the trigger.
A truly remarkable and unforgettable hunting experience. Staring down on me, the two trophies on my wall is a constant reminder of the privilege and challenge of hunting the Great Kolobe-Moru.