A family member of mine called me about 30 minutes before dark and tells me that my little cousin just knocked down a pretty good one. He said it hit the ground, flopped around for a minute, and then got itself back to its feet and drug itself into the woods backwards. So I tell him….”Y’all just back out immediately and I’m on my way…..we’ll give it a while and assess the situation when I get there.”
So, I get my stuff gathered up and I’m just walking out the door to take a handful of stuff to the truck when jlbuc calls me about coming to track a deer for him. Well, we’re talking back and forth about what happened while I head for my truck. About half way to my truck I look in the back of my field and see a big black spot….”It’s that damn hog!!!” I thought to myself…..I tell jlbuc….”Pigs!!...I’ll call you back!”….He replies….”Bust their ass!!!....Bye!”
I run back inside and grabbed my 30-06, trotted back out, and got propped against a post. The shot was about 230 yards and I didn’t have the best prop but it was a big arse target so I was comfortable with it…….. Powwww!!!!....Reeee!!! Reeee!!!!!. Reeee!!!....It hit the ground and went to flopping and when it did freakin pigs scattered everywhere. I peeled back to try to get on a second one and rounded off another shot at one entering the woods. The first pig is just laying there now motionless. I call jlbuc back and say….”Alright, go ahead now….you were saying.... ”……and with that I head out to help my little cousin on his track.
”……and with that I head out to help my little cousin on his track.
