I finished my woodsrunner yesterday and got it sighted in. I hit the woods this evening to put it to work.
I heard them before I saw them. Just soft grunting in the brush as they made a half circle around me checking the wind. They finally decided all was good and suddenly made a mad rush for the corn I had spread out in the swamp. I was on the biggest of the pair but he would just not get still. Twisting back and forth in the brush I just kept the sights trained on him hoping for a decent angle. I don’t know if they caught my wind or just had a premonition but as fast as they came in, they headed out. When he cleared the brush he was almost trotting staring away from me. He turned as he started up the hill and my sights settled on his short ribs. The .54 went off like it had a mind of its own. The hog never checked up but just kept trotting through the timber.
Just about the time I started to think I had missed he stopped and spun it place a couple of times before rolling over. The round ball had went in behind the ribs on one side and out under his chin on the other.
This was most likely the last hog I will bother until it cools off. I used to hunt them all summer but between trying to tend to the meat and just plain not wanting to fight the heat, I will wait until winter to get after them again.
I heard them before I saw them. Just soft grunting in the brush as they made a half circle around me checking the wind. They finally decided all was good and suddenly made a mad rush for the corn I had spread out in the swamp. I was on the biggest of the pair but he would just not get still. Twisting back and forth in the brush I just kept the sights trained on him hoping for a decent angle. I don’t know if they caught my wind or just had a premonition but as fast as they came in, they headed out. When he cleared the brush he was almost trotting staring away from me. He turned as he started up the hill and my sights settled on his short ribs. The .54 went off like it had a mind of its own. The hog never checked up but just kept trotting through the timber.
Just about the time I started to think I had missed he stopped and spun it place a couple of times before rolling over. The round ball had went in behind the ribs on one side and out under his chin on the other.
This was most likely the last hog I will bother until it cools off. I used to hunt them all summer but between trying to tend to the meat and just plain not wanting to fight the heat, I will wait until winter to get after them again.
