SD Cargadores
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Man, I was really hoping to high jack asaxon's thread since they passed us, (with just hog pics because of his awesome narratives) but regardless, it looks like they had a great time and so did we. Anyways, we left San Marcos at 11:00 am Thurs and got to the VAFB conservation office around 3:45 pm. As the warden hands over the little piece of paper, he (Castillas I believe his name was) says "Man, C1 is hot right now! People are gettin 'em before noon and 3-5 pm, look in the gullies." Ok, Cool out the door we go. Me and my dad look at each other and are like, Whatever dude! Not like we haven't heard that before! We were planning on going there anyways and glassing till dark. So we decide not to set up camp yet or even sight in the two 7mm mags because we were kind of believing the 3-5pm nonsense. haha. Well, we cruise up Combar Rd. and get to the spot just before 4:30, change, uncase the rifles. What do you know? Dad packed the wrong rifle! 30-06 that was meant to stay, all we have is 7mm ammo. He didn't forget to pack the used Rem 700 that I bought him last month though. We just haven't zeroed the Prostaff in with copper yet. I reminded my dad that I knew it was dead on at 50yds and it shot 1 o'clock with the couple rounds we put down range at 200 yds when we first mounted the scope. The old man knew how to compensate though because as we're half way down the trail, (in the gulley haha!) I spot a lone pig and range it at 126 and set up the shooting sticks. Boom! A couple hind leg kicks and it's DRT. We put the glass on it and it's a sow. Sorry Alan, we were hoping for that trophy boar but it was alone, needed the meat, and knew the weather was coming in. Not even 20 secs later, we see the mustard moving and we're like shit! I hope those aren't piglets! Low and behold, it's another decent sized pig hauling ass west and it stops with it's back exposed over the yellow, WTF! It never sensed us, the wind was like a hurricane in our face. Dad sends another 140 gr TSX into the mustard, it let's out a squeal then quiet. Castillas was right, peeked at the watch and it was 4:50pm with the marine layer setting in. Here they are together (tags are rolled up in the ears, forgot zip ties):
We gutted both and hauled the smaller one out by 8:30pm and dragged the bigger one a little ways then decided to use the winch. That was pointless, the wet mustard just made our lines stretch. We were spent, decided check into the lodge and come back in the morning. LTdann & asaxon, this is just after we said Hello!:
It was definitely a hunt my dad and I will never forget. Home by 6:00pm Fri. Thanks for reading.
We gutted both and hauled the smaller one out by 8:30pm and dragged the bigger one a little ways then decided to use the winch. That was pointless, the wet mustard just made our lines stretch. We were spent, decided check into the lodge and come back in the morning. LTdann & asaxon, this is just after we said Hello!:
It was definitely a hunt my dad and I will never forget. Home by 6:00pm Fri. Thanks for reading.
