rgeisler
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I decided to chime in finally. This was my first hog and first kill for that matter. I have one other hog under my belt, but you always remember your first. I shot this hog on a ranch in Santa Maria. We had hunted the evening before and had no luck. The next morning we drove onto the ranch and decided to check a spot that had produced in the past. Sure enough, there was about 10 pigs eating there way back into the hills. We walked a ravine and circled around the group. I then went on a belly crawl for about 50 yards through cow shit until I got to an old barbed wire fence. I got myself ready and started playing mind games with myself. Instead of taking a breath and pulling the trigger, I kept saying to myself, "Don't miss this." My heart was thumping out of my chest. I finally squeezed one off and watched him run about 30 yrds and drop dead. I was not sure about how I was going to feel as i had never killed anything other than a few bird assassinations with a pellet gun. When I walked up to him I could not stop smiling. To make it even more special, I killed him with my great grandpa's deer rifle. It was an old Remington 30.06. You can see how old it is by the scope that is on it. My dad referred to it as the deer slayer, but now it was a hog slayer. I love reading what you guys have to say and have learned a lot from these boards. I am hooked!!! The dogs in the picture only made it out of the truck to sniff the hog and take a pic with me.
