first pig
I decided to go with guided hunting outfit for my first hog hunt, first to learn the ropes and second, I don't know anyone with land that I can hunt on.
We were seeing enough pigs that we could be choosy about which one to go after and they were close enough that the guide suggested I try a head shot on the one I decided to take, even though he had been telling me horror stories about failed head shots that left wounded pigs that ran off and died days later with infected swollen heads.
The shot was close though, maybe 15 yards, so I put the cross hairs of the 450B a little high on the pigs ear and pulled one off.
Down!
Just as I lowered the gun off my shoulder the pigs head came up and it started to struggle. The guide starts shouting "shoot it in the head! Shoot it in the head! (f**k, I thought had just shot it in the head!) But before I could draw another bead, it's up and running!
In desperation, and with images of infected swollen heads in my mind, I brought the gun up, started tracking the running pig, and pulled one off just before it ran into the brush.
F**k, F**k, F**k! Pardon the language, but that's what I was shouting as we got up and started running after the pig.
The good news, we found the hog just on the other side of the brush, down and not going anywhere this time. I got lucky with my running shot, right through the liver and lungs.
My head shot had been a tad low, and boy did that 250 gr. factory round mess up that hogs jaw. The lesson was that I pulled a stupid move, I didn't compensate enough for the height of the scope above the barrel at close range. I'm just grateful it didn't get away.
I decided to go with guided hunting outfit for my first hog hunt, first to learn the ropes and second, I don't know anyone with land that I can hunt on.
We were seeing enough pigs that we could be choosy about which one to go after and they were close enough that the guide suggested I try a head shot on the one I decided to take, even though he had been telling me horror stories about failed head shots that left wounded pigs that ran off and died days later with infected swollen heads.
The shot was close though, maybe 15 yards, so I put the cross hairs of the 450B a little high on the pigs ear and pulled one off.
Down!
Just as I lowered the gun off my shoulder the pigs head came up and it started to struggle. The guide starts shouting "shoot it in the head! Shoot it in the head! (f**k, I thought had just shot it in the head!) But before I could draw another bead, it's up and running!
In desperation, and with images of infected swollen heads in my mind, I brought the gun up, started tracking the running pig, and pulled one off just before it ran into the brush.
F**k, F**k, F**k! Pardon the language, but that's what I was shouting as we got up and started running after the pig.
The good news, we found the hog just on the other side of the brush, down and not going anywhere this time. I got lucky with my running shot, right through the liver and lungs.
My head shot had been a tad low, and boy did that 250 gr. factory round mess up that hogs jaw. The lesson was that I pulled a stupid move, I didn't compensate enough for the height of the scope above the barrel at close range. I'm just grateful it didn't get away.




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