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<blockquote data-quote="Gus Petch" data-source="post: 3380434" data-attributes="member: 5452"><p>This one turned into quite a little adventure this morning. I left the house walking at 5:45 and was a little tentative that I'd see anything because it's been so damned dry in the immediate vicinity. I was texting a neighbor at 6:30 to see if he might be off from his day job so I could maybe beg a ride back if I hoofed it down to his place about two miles south where it's nearly guaranteed I'll get into some hogs when I heard this guy moving through the brush. I caught sight of him within about 50 yards and aimed for his head. He went down in a heap and was back on his feet within half a second or so running to the north and east towards deeper cover. I took another shot and missed, so I crossed the fence and started trailing him. I found a trail he and other hogs were using and a fresh wallow beside a recently downed tree and beaucoup fresh hog crap. Within 15 minutes of trailing him I could hear his loud, ragged breathing. I walked down into a dry wash and could hear the breathing getting closer, so I eased up over the wash slowly and tried to pick him out of the cedars and recently tornado-damaged trees. All at once he bolted from the brush and ran towards the west and more brush where I shot him again. I moved towards that brush and he bolted out at a slower speed and I shot him once more in his left chest as he trotted away and watched the dust fly from that impact. I was getting ready to drill him a fourth time when he just piled up. The whole deal lasted about 20 minutes. It turned out that the first shot hit him just below the eye and brain with the entrance on his right. The photo doesn't do him justice, but he really is a big hog. I started to drag him out for a better photo, but couldn't easily budge him with one hand. Load was a .223 65-grain Sierra GameKing over 24.7 grains of AA 2460 for 2984 FPS out of my homebuilt AR with a Lilja barrel.</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]165911[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Gus Petch, post: 3380434, member: 5452"] This one turned into quite a little adventure this morning. I left the house walking at 5:45 and was a little tentative that I'd see anything because it's been so damned dry in the immediate vicinity. I was texting a neighbor at 6:30 to see if he might be off from his day job so I could maybe beg a ride back if I hoofed it down to his place about two miles south where it's nearly guaranteed I'll get into some hogs when I heard this guy moving through the brush. I caught sight of him within about 50 yards and aimed for his head. He went down in a heap and was back on his feet within half a second or so running to the north and east towards deeper cover. I took another shot and missed, so I crossed the fence and started trailing him. I found a trail he and other hogs were using and a fresh wallow beside a recently downed tree and beaucoup fresh hog crap. Within 15 minutes of trailing him I could hear his loud, ragged breathing. I walked down into a dry wash and could hear the breathing getting closer, so I eased up over the wash slowly and tried to pick him out of the cedars and recently tornado-damaged trees. All at once he bolted from the brush and ran towards the west and more brush where I shot him again. I moved towards that brush and he bolted out at a slower speed and I shot him once more in his left chest as he trotted away and watched the dust fly from that impact. I was getting ready to drill him a fourth time when he just piled up. The whole deal lasted about 20 minutes. It turned out that the first shot hit him just below the eye and brain with the entrance on his right. The photo doesn't do him justice, but he really is a big hog. I started to drag him out for a better photo, but couldn't easily budge him with one hand. Load was a .223 65-grain Sierra GameKing over 24.7 grains of AA 2460 for 2984 FPS out of my homebuilt AR with a Lilja barrel. [ATTACH=full]165911[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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