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Got this fat little guy with about 2 minutes of shooting light left yesterday on the edge of the swamp. I'm guessing about ayear old. He had a LOT of fat on him. He was actually visibly a bit chubby. lol
He'll make a fine stew or curry.
Left work early and had been sneaking around the swamp in 10" of water, stalking from small island to small island, for about 5 hours. Blew 2 stalks on small pigs, got within 75yds of a doe without her knowledge which was satisfying but ultimately fruitless with the season out, got the living daylights scared out of me by a spotted fawn that I didn't see until it exploded out of the brush at my feet. I had called it a day and was actually back at the truck, had my gear put away then as I was lighting up my pipe for the ride home heard pigs growling at each other and fighting about 100 yds away.
Being unable to resist such blatant taunting by nature I grabbed the rifle and bag and headed back out towards the sounds still smoking the pipe to provide some measure of bug proofing for my head. I saw this guy rooting around on the edge of a small island between me and the noises. I think he was hanging out on the periphery of a fight between 2 bigger boars that I could hear but not yet see. Having only, literally, a minute or two of acceptable shooting light I decided his number was up. Didn't occur to me til after that I had primed the rifle and made the shot and stalk with a lit pipe in my mouth. lol
Hit him a little high and center punched the spine right over the boiler room. .490 PRB and 90grs of FFF did the job as about a 3" section was basically missing. DRT in his own rooting.
I'll be back this weekend to look for his two buddies. :thumbsup:
He'll make a fine stew or curry.
Left work early and had been sneaking around the swamp in 10" of water, stalking from small island to small island, for about 5 hours. Blew 2 stalks on small pigs, got within 75yds of a doe without her knowledge which was satisfying but ultimately fruitless with the season out, got the living daylights scared out of me by a spotted fawn that I didn't see until it exploded out of the brush at my feet. I had called it a day and was actually back at the truck, had my gear put away then as I was lighting up my pipe for the ride home heard pigs growling at each other and fighting about 100 yds away.
Being unable to resist such blatant taunting by nature I grabbed the rifle and bag and headed back out towards the sounds still smoking the pipe to provide some measure of bug proofing for my head. I saw this guy rooting around on the edge of a small island between me and the noises. I think he was hanging out on the periphery of a fight between 2 bigger boars that I could hear but not yet see. Having only, literally, a minute or two of acceptable shooting light I decided his number was up. Didn't occur to me til after that I had primed the rifle and made the shot and stalk with a lit pipe in my mouth. lol
Hit him a little high and center punched the spine right over the boiler room. .490 PRB and 90grs of FFF did the job as about a 3" section was basically missing. DRT in his own rooting.
I'll be back this weekend to look for his two buddies. :thumbsup: