It was about 20 minutes after sun set and light was fading fast.
I had an Armadillo that was keeping me on my toes for the last hour or so, doing his best impression of a whole herd of critters in the dry leaves and I was watching him work when I noticed something in the brush that looked like a hog. It was that time of the evening where the light plays tricks on you and I could not decide if the dark silhouette I was staring at was really a hog or just a the dark playing a trick on me.
I was just about to decide it was nothing when he took one step forward. He was still in the brush along the out side of the logging road and even though I could make him out pretty well, I couldn’t see well enough to know how much brush was in my line of fire.
Hogs don't get big unless they are smart and this one was a tank. He would take one step and then stand stone still for a minute or so before taking another one. Finally he was in the edge of the road and the white sand helped silhouette his front end. I leaned into the .54 Kibler flintlock and lined up my sights on his leg and slowly started up until i was about 4” up into his chest. The fire ball from the 120 grains of FF goex blinded me but I could hear him crashing off down the hill.
I gave him 30 minutes before easing down the hill the way he was headed and was happy to see he had only made it 50 yards before piling up. I was not surprised that the round ball had not passed through him as he was like shooting a 55 gallon drum.
Tomorrow is the last day of the Texas muzzleloader season but we have lots of hogs for targets until it gets too hot to be in the woods.
I had an Armadillo that was keeping me on my toes for the last hour or so, doing his best impression of a whole herd of critters in the dry leaves and I was watching him work when I noticed something in the brush that looked like a hog. It was that time of the evening where the light plays tricks on you and I could not decide if the dark silhouette I was staring at was really a hog or just a the dark playing a trick on me.
I was just about to decide it was nothing when he took one step forward. He was still in the brush along the out side of the logging road and even though I could make him out pretty well, I couldn’t see well enough to know how much brush was in my line of fire.
Hogs don't get big unless they are smart and this one was a tank. He would take one step and then stand stone still for a minute or so before taking another one. Finally he was in the edge of the road and the white sand helped silhouette his front end. I leaned into the .54 Kibler flintlock and lined up my sights on his leg and slowly started up until i was about 4” up into his chest. The fire ball from the 120 grains of FF goex blinded me but I could hear him crashing off down the hill.
I gave him 30 minutes before easing down the hill the way he was headed and was happy to see he had only made it 50 yards before piling up. I was not surprised that the round ball had not passed through him as he was like shooting a 55 gallon drum.
Tomorrow is the last day of the Texas muzzleloader season but we have lots of hogs for targets until it gets too hot to be in the woods.
