I wasn't "pig hunting," per se, but dang if one didn't present itself to me.
I was hoping for a doe and had watched 10 of them in the last hour of the hunt. Unfortunately, my confidence level was not up for the distance the deer were from my blind. It's been a horrible season, but I digress.
So, the does are finally out of sight and I figure it's about time to climb down from the blind and go pick up Father. I'm gathering my stuffs and as I turn and glance out the windoor, I notice a dark spot in the corn. It wasn't there earlier. I grab my Vortex 10x monocular, peek out at the blob, and I'll be if the blob ain't a pig.
I set my butt down, pick up my Ruger American in 300blk, loaded with some fancy red tipped Hornady ammo, and commence to sending one through its head. DRT.
I don't know, maybe 100 to 120lbs boar.
I was hoping for a doe and had watched 10 of them in the last hour of the hunt. Unfortunately, my confidence level was not up for the distance the deer were from my blind. It's been a horrible season, but I digress.
So, the does are finally out of sight and I figure it's about time to climb down from the blind and go pick up Father. I'm gathering my stuffs and as I turn and glance out the windoor, I notice a dark spot in the corn. It wasn't there earlier. I grab my Vortex 10x monocular, peek out at the blob, and I'll be if the blob ain't a pig.
I set my butt down, pick up my Ruger American in 300blk, loaded with some fancy red tipped Hornady ammo, and commence to sending one through its head. DRT.
I don't know, maybe 100 to 120lbs boar.
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