New Pig Hunter
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Got my first pig, finally !!
after 3-1/2 long years of chasing around the beautiful countryside and enjoying "armed camping" I finally connected !!
Last night at 6:30pm in the lush green hills of eastern Vandenberg AFB a piggie wandered into the crosshairs at 110 yards of a 180-grain .30-06 and KA - BOOM ...... it didn't get up anymore.
So rather than celebrate, my first thought was, "NOW what the heck do I do ?? This has never happened before."
Somehow Mr Piggie got himself gutted, all by himself, because I'd have passed out. Then a somewhat lighter Mr Piggie waltzed over to the bluemobile and hopped into the passenger seat, cool as you please, for the drive over to the Fish and Game Office to get weighed (120 lbs). He then jumped back into the passenger seat for The Last Ride over to the on-base rod & gun club where he hung out during the night and cooled his jets, with the sound of the surf in the background to keep him company.
And when I returned this morning to the rod & gun club, there he was, busy with 4 bitchin hunting knives I wished I owned, skinning himself. There were'nt no way I could do something like that without passing out, so Mr Piggie is quite the guy.
And finally a somewhat lighter in weight, pinker in color, and so much cleaner Mr Piggie jumped back into the passenger seat of the bluemobile for the slow ride into Lompoc, where he is now hanging around waiting his turn to be turned into little white packages.
Cheers,
Carl
after 3-1/2 long years of chasing around the beautiful countryside and enjoying "armed camping" I finally connected !!
Last night at 6:30pm in the lush green hills of eastern Vandenberg AFB a piggie wandered into the crosshairs at 110 yards of a 180-grain .30-06 and KA - BOOM ...... it didn't get up anymore.
So rather than celebrate, my first thought was, "NOW what the heck do I do ?? This has never happened before."
Somehow Mr Piggie got himself gutted, all by himself, because I'd have passed out. Then a somewhat lighter Mr Piggie waltzed over to the bluemobile and hopped into the passenger seat, cool as you please, for the drive over to the Fish and Game Office to get weighed (120 lbs). He then jumped back into the passenger seat for The Last Ride over to the on-base rod & gun club where he hung out during the night and cooled his jets, with the sound of the surf in the background to keep him company.
And when I returned this morning to the rod & gun club, there he was, busy with 4 bitchin hunting knives I wished I owned, skinning himself. There were'nt no way I could do something like that without passing out, so Mr Piggie is quite the guy.
And finally a somewhat lighter in weight, pinker in color, and so much cleaner Mr Piggie jumped back into the passenger seat of the bluemobile for the slow ride into Lompoc, where he is now hanging around waiting his turn to be turned into little white packages.
Cheers,
Carl