Patrick Morrissey drove the nine hours home with a boar head the size of a laundry basket in the back of his SUV.
It’s so massive that Morrissey will spend a sizable amount to have the head mounted.
He doesn’t want to say how much in case his wife, Mary, finds out — he still has to convince her it’s the perfect thing to hang in his home office.
“She says she’s drawing the line at the dead pig,” Morrissey said, “but we’ll see.”
The 69-year-old from Elkhorn shot the 400-pound feral hog at the Stuart Ranch near Caddo, Oklahoma.
Clay Forst, manager of Stuart Ranch outfitters, said it’s the biggest pig ever killed at the 45,000-acre working ranch. Most average between 120 to 150 pounds.
“He was just smart about things and never showed his face in the daylight,” Forst said of the estimated 3-year-old pig. “He was smart about things until he got shot and made a mistake.”
This was no canned hunt. Morrissey waited near a pig trail for a day and a half before he saw any sign of the animals.
Then they magically arrived.
“You are sitting there watching and nothing comes down that trail,” Morrissey said. “The next second, it’s just alive with pigs. They just appear. They don’t make any noise.”
Morrissey said his pig stood head and shoulders above the rest. He killed it with one shot from his 7-millimeter magnum Remington as the animals spread out when they reached an open area.
The outfitters asked him to kill as many as possible, so he shot four others before they dispersed as quickly as they had arrived. Wild pigs can tear up land, take down calves and knock down fences.
About 1,000 of them roam the ranch.
“I think it’s just something different,” Morrissey said. “It’s kind of an exotic-type hunt.”
It took three people to haul the big pig into the back of a truck to bring it back to camp. The meat was rancid, so most of the carcass was discarded.
After he got home, Morrissey’s son Brian and grandson Jack had to help him unload the head. They reloaded it with ice the next day to take it to Wildlife Creations to be mounted.
If Morrissey’s wife approves, it will join quite a menagerie. He has two bear hides, a fox pelt, deer and antelope heads, a full mount of a mountain lion and a couple of black pheasants sitting on a fence post already ensconced in his basement lair.
It took Morrissey five days to track that mountain lion in Wyoming. It’s his favorite hunt.
“It’s the first time I’ve ridden a horse,” he said. “It was kind of exciting going up and down the mountains in Wyoming trying to hunt the mountain lion.”
Morrissey goes on a hunting trip every two or three years. Predator hunts are his favorite. It’s him against the animal.
If you miss a deer, it runs away. Not so with a mountain lion or a boar, although Morrissey has never been in the position to find out.
“I’ve never missed,” he said. “I take a lot of time and get guides who know what they are doing.”
Not a bad legacy for someone who started hunting because he was terrible in the traditional sports. No coordination, Morrissey said.
“I can hit both sides of a door going through it,” he said. “I took up hunting and found I was pretty good at that.”
For his next trip, he’s looking into a place in Texas where he can hunt bobcats and coyotes.
Morrissey won’t get his boar head back for a few weeks. He’s still working on getting Mary’s OK to hang it.
“I’ll put a cloth over it so you don’t have to look at it,” he promised her. “I’ll get the biggest sheet I have.”
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