JustGuy
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Last Friday I was not planning to go anywhere. Wanted to give some rest to my injured knee.
But out plans not always work well with reality. At 2:30 AM on Saturday I woke up and could not get to sleep. I was tossing around for 15-20 minutes more and decided enough is enough, FHL is calling.
So, here I’m at 3:30 driving to FHL again.
Arrived there just before sunrise and went to my last “not so popular” place where I had success.
Was waiting till 6:30 at the same place till 6:30- 6:45. Nothing, nada, no movement, no animals at all.
Walked around for an hour more and did not see a single fresh sign. Got up on a hill to glass the area. Nothing. A couple of deer went by, a coyote and that is all.
Understanding that the morning hunt is almost over since if there is no fresh signs the chance for them to appear is very slim I went back to my car and decided to play same game as the last time.
Out of the list of all open areas I needed to choose the “not popular” one and this time I wanted to go to general weapon area.
Around 8 AM I already was driving to a new TA in pursuit for my luck.
Not more than 15 minutes of driving around I saw a nice spot to park my car and walk around.
Pretty soon I found a well-used trail with I started follow. Trail brought me to an opening before foothill with a nice thick bushes on the other side. Decided to stay under a tree to watch around.
Not more than 5 minutes later I notice a movement under one of the trees on the other side of the valley on a little hill.
Right, there was a pig, standing under it facing me, searching for food. I estimated the distance to be somewhere from 160 to 200 yards. The wind was in my favor, so I rested my rifle on a rock and waited for the pig to get in to right position. Having 223 I needed side head or neck shot.
The waiting was the most difficult part of the hunt. This torture lasted and lasted but the pig did not show any signs of turning sideways. It was facing my way all the time slowly working its way toward a bush downhill. A couple of more minutes it would disappear behind it and then no one know where it might go.
So, now or never. I put a crosshear in the place I thought it would be the place the pig dips its head again, and as soon as it did I adjusted it between the eyes and pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit him almost perfectly between the eyes. I love my 223. For some reason there was no blood coming out of the entrance wound, only from nose and mouth. The entrance wound i could hardly see.
At noon i already was home cleaning it.
But out plans not always work well with reality. At 2:30 AM on Saturday I woke up and could not get to sleep. I was tossing around for 15-20 minutes more and decided enough is enough, FHL is calling.
So, here I’m at 3:30 driving to FHL again.
Arrived there just before sunrise and went to my last “not so popular” place where I had success.
Was waiting till 6:30 at the same place till 6:30- 6:45. Nothing, nada, no movement, no animals at all.
Walked around for an hour more and did not see a single fresh sign. Got up on a hill to glass the area. Nothing. A couple of deer went by, a coyote and that is all.
Understanding that the morning hunt is almost over since if there is no fresh signs the chance for them to appear is very slim I went back to my car and decided to play same game as the last time.
Out of the list of all open areas I needed to choose the “not popular” one and this time I wanted to go to general weapon area.
Around 8 AM I already was driving to a new TA in pursuit for my luck.
Not more than 15 minutes of driving around I saw a nice spot to park my car and walk around.
Pretty soon I found a well-used trail with I started follow. Trail brought me to an opening before foothill with a nice thick bushes on the other side. Decided to stay under a tree to watch around.
Not more than 5 minutes later I notice a movement under one of the trees on the other side of the valley on a little hill.
Right, there was a pig, standing under it facing me, searching for food. I estimated the distance to be somewhere from 160 to 200 yards. The wind was in my favor, so I rested my rifle on a rock and waited for the pig to get in to right position. Having 223 I needed side head or neck shot.
The waiting was the most difficult part of the hunt. This torture lasted and lasted but the pig did not show any signs of turning sideways. It was facing my way all the time slowly working its way toward a bush downhill. A couple of more minutes it would disappear behind it and then no one know where it might go.
So, now or never. I put a crosshear in the place I thought it would be the place the pig dips its head again, and as soon as it did I adjusted it between the eyes and pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit him almost perfectly between the eyes. I love my 223. For some reason there was no blood coming out of the entrance wound, only from nose and mouth. The entrance wound i could hardly see.
At noon i already was home cleaning it.
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