Check out this toothy young fellow; not today, but yesterday. I spotted him from a long way off as he was rooting around the fringes of a lagoon - his blackness against the green made him stand out. I had to veer wide around to get the wind in my favour, which put me looking at his rear end. As he was engaged head down, hoeing into the mud for whatever delicacy he was enjoying, lip-smacking and crunching away, I was able to get really close. The family jewels were presented like an international target, so from 20 metres using a six o'clock hold, he copped a .576 (58 cal) 500gn minie just under the tail between the hams; poor blighter's rear end nearly overtook his front. The projectile must have clipped a pelvic bone, changing direction and exiting just behind his front left leg. He succumbed quite spectacularly.
Cheers, Pete
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