So here's the story. My buddy and I head out this morning. We get on a nice 150+ boar around 710am. We were about 145yds out. We both take aim me towards the front him towards the rear. I count down 3,2, 1 shoot.
I being so excited forgot to shoot on shoot. I hear my friends shot and see the pig jump in my scope. I pull my trigger fast. My bud looks at me and says he heard the bullet hit. Hog went about 60-90 yards before falling.
We get to the hog and there is the entry wound in the rear. Damn why did I hesitate. We gut the pig then haul it up hill which took about an hour. My buddy drops me off then takes the hog to his friends butcher shop where they finish skinning the pig.
While skinning they find the bullet. My friend takes out his spent casing and the bullet won't fit. He calls me to ask what I'm shooting and to tell me that his shit didn't hit the hog. My son and I drive over to his house and prefect match with me casing. So yay I finally got my first kill. So sweet.... Wait since we both believe he was the one that had the winning shot I only got a picture of him with the pig. So I'm so happy I popped that cherry but I have no picture of me with me kill
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