Me and my Dad and Grandpa went hunting at the Jack Ranch over my Spring break. We went out the first evening with our guide, Mark. We stopped at this one spot where my Dad and I were walking a brushy canyon when all of the sudden we could hear pigs 30 ft in front of us in the brush. We tried to get a shot through the brush for about 15 minutes but could never see them long enough. After not seeing much more our guide spotted a bunch of pigs off the side of the road. My dad hurried to get a shot but shot over the back of a pig. As they were running away he got another shot and we could hear the bullet hit. Me and Mark went after another pig while my dad and grandpa went to look for my dads pig. I almost got shot but the pig got into the barley field. When we went back my dad had his pig. A 147 lb boar hit right through the lungs.
The next morning we set out early to try and catch the pigs leaving the barley fields to return to the brushy canyons. My dad and I set up under a couple of big oak trees while my grandpa and Mark went to another spot. My dad spotted 2 pigs at first light moving to my left. When they were directly left of me I raised my 270 and put the crosshairs on the lead pig and squeezed off. I heard the pig squeel and my daad say "you got him". We went over to where he fell and I hit him through both lungs at 200 yds. He was a 222 lb boar. My dad and I returned to the oak trees hoping to see more pigs when we heard my grandpa shoot. Shortly after that we saw a group of about 15 pigs but did not shoot becausse the were too far. About a half hour later Mark and my grandpa came driving up to me and my dad and there was a 197 lb sow in the back of the truck. My grandpa had shot the pig at 75 yds and hit her just behind the shoulder.
The next morning we decided to go out again and try for one more pig to give to my aunt. We agreed that we would not shoot anything after we heard somebody shoot. My dad and I set up along a fence row and Mark and my grandpa went up the trail another 500 yds or so. A little after first light I saw some pigs in the direction of my grandpa and then heard a shot. My dad then walked over toward me and we thought the hunt was over. I then spotted some pigs crossing this field out about 500-600 yds. My dad and I started running to try and cut them off. As we cleared some trees we saw group of pig entering the hill just out of range. About that time we heard the guide yell that they did not get a pig. As we walked up a little further a group of about six pig breaks out from the brush and run full boar towards the brush. I lowered my 270 on the lead pig and let a shot go. It went down instantly hit in the high shoulder area at 60 yds out. We had our last pig a 130 lb sow and we headed for camp.
This was a great hunt for three generations of our family. We all got a pig and I got two. We saw some great country, spent some good times with each other and put some pork in the freezer. It is a hunt I will never forget.
The next morning we set out early to try and catch the pigs leaving the barley fields to return to the brushy canyons. My dad and I set up under a couple of big oak trees while my grandpa and Mark went to another spot. My dad spotted 2 pigs at first light moving to my left. When they were directly left of me I raised my 270 and put the crosshairs on the lead pig and squeezed off. I heard the pig squeel and my daad say "you got him". We went over to where he fell and I hit him through both lungs at 200 yds. He was a 222 lb boar. My dad and I returned to the oak trees hoping to see more pigs when we heard my grandpa shoot. Shortly after that we saw a group of about 15 pigs but did not shoot becausse the were too far. About a half hour later Mark and my grandpa came driving up to me and my dad and there was a 197 lb sow in the back of the truck. My grandpa had shot the pig at 75 yds and hit her just behind the shoulder.
The next morning we decided to go out again and try for one more pig to give to my aunt. We agreed that we would not shoot anything after we heard somebody shoot. My dad and I set up along a fence row and Mark and my grandpa went up the trail another 500 yds or so. A little after first light I saw some pigs in the direction of my grandpa and then heard a shot. My dad then walked over toward me and we thought the hunt was over. I then spotted some pigs crossing this field out about 500-600 yds. My dad and I started running to try and cut them off. As we cleared some trees we saw group of pig entering the hill just out of range. About that time we heard the guide yell that they did not get a pig. As we walked up a little further a group of about six pig breaks out from the brush and run full boar towards the brush. I lowered my 270 on the lead pig and let a shot go. It went down instantly hit in the high shoulder area at 60 yds out. We had our last pig a 130 lb sow and we headed for camp.
This was a great hunt for three generations of our family. We all got a pig and I got two. We saw some great country, spent some good times with each other and put some pork in the freezer. It is a hunt I will never forget.
