WildRose
Well-Known Member
Funny. In 94 when I still lived near Dublin I was guiding up here. Had a couple of the nicest, most polite people you ever met down for a week from Chicago.Cool thread...just seen it!
I could write a book on shooting hogs. Seeing this thread got me to thinking of all the wild hunts I've had with hogs.
I have used every method there is except bare hands...we had a deer lease that turned into a hog lease...had the place for 19 years. It was on the central coast of Texas, the deer were just deer...couldn't grow a set of decent horn no matter what we did.
Killed them with a bow, black powder, AR-15, AK-47, shotgun and of course normal center fire rifles. Got odd stories with almost all of them.
First story almost made the Hogzilla show on the discovery channel about 10+ years ago. They couldn't use the footage because they had to have written permission from the land owner where we did the reenactment.
Bow shot one in the morning, medium sow...seen him run about thirty 30 and go down. Hit him right in the crease...picture perfect. I was doing the deep breaths to calm down so I could climb out of the tree and looked over to where he was laying and he was gone. Went and got my now ex-wife and went to tracking. Jumped him couple times and I was going around some heavy brush when she said she could see him. She carried a 44mag all the time. About the time she said something...here he comes right at her...knocks her down and chews on her a little then take off...I was yelling for her to shoot him...so she jumped up and put two in him!
Another time my mother shot a big sow one morning...she is a dead eye shot like most women are...7mm RM behind the ear at the feeder 75 yards away. Normal bang/flop...she put the rifle in the corner of the stand and starts reading her book. Looks up and she is headed for the brush. But fall when she reaches a big mesquite tree...all good hog down. I meet her in camp and she told be she had one down so I went to go get it. I bowhunt most of the time so I didn't bother get anything, just jumped in my hunting buggie and took off. I fine some blood but no hog. So off I go tracking the blood trail. I see her laying out in the open and just walk up to her. She jumps up and takes off running...we do that a couple more times and I start thinking we getting further away from my hunting rig. So the next time I get close to her I take off running and tackle her...don't have a locking blade knife, but I had it open when I jumped her...any way...another dead hog!
Then sitting at a feeder along a road...the wind was wrong so the ex-wife and I sat on the side on the road...being a coastal area all the roads are raised because of all the rain/water...she is set up facing the feeder on a bipod...I had an AR-15 sitting behind her. Well we have a huge boar come up the other side of the road...10 feet away...she couldn't turn so I raised the rifle put the cross hairs between the eyes and bang...down he goes...feet in the air running 100mph. I was fearful he would get his running gear under him so I pumped three more 55gr FMJ into his sternum...the squealing slowly went down to nothing, but it took some time! I save the skull on this beast because he was huge...bullet never exited...none in the sternum made it to the spine...tough critters!
They were working on their "bucket list" as he'd spent 30 years as an exec for one of the top two accounting firms in the country and they'd sacrificed a whole lot of vacations throughout his career.
We were quail hunting, although prepared for hogs as well, when one of the dogs went over a little rise into a one way draw and didn't come out. The Husband was closest so I told him to go give it a look.
He disappears for about thirty seconds when we hear his shrieking like a little girl and at full speed comes blasting back practically in his same tracks screaming "It's a Blank'n Rhino!"
Right behind him is one of the largest boars I've ever seen and I drop two slugs into my OU and hand it too the wife and tell her as soon as hubby is clear "smoke'm".
He ended up being the second largest boar we'd killed to that point.
Laughing about it at dinner that night he said in his panic that "Rhino" was the only word that came to mind because it's the only animal he'd ever seen that large.
They went home awfully happy.