Quacker Wacker
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I was reading another forum and saw this post, makes me wish I lived somewhere else so I could have some fun with piggy's like like they do:
"Friday night, #1 son gets to the ranch, I have to work the football game, which we lose 34/21. He, of course goes straight to work getting the camp straight and firewood gathered.... RIGHT! He goes hunting. Just about dark, of course, Hogzilla appears at the feeder. He realizes something's up and hightails it but "Old Deadeye" catches him crossing an opening and puts a 117 gr 25-06 through his chest quartering away. Hoggy turns a summersault and is up and away like greased pig sh....... we anyway Bubba figures he's got a mag light, two hog dogs and an 870 full of "00", why wait for other humans to arrive to call 911. The catahoula strikes the pig almost imediately but the pit is just a liability ao he call the cat off and loads the pit in the truck and wades back in. One more time, yip, yip, grrrrrr....Then he catches on that the comotion is coming his way fast. The dog breaks cover about 5 yrs out and Something very large is right behind her. Hogzilla hits the opening just as Genius is trying to shear the safety sear in two. The dog realizes that things aren't going according to plan and latches onto the hogs nose, not a real safe place to be. #1 gets the safety off just about the time puppy heads for safer parts.. Booom! One load of "00" complete with wad and filler ends piggies story. He's a good 200 yrds from the road. It took him 3 hours to get the hog to the truck. He finished butchering at 3:00 am. Sat morn. I estimate the hog to be about 350 -400 #r.
Saturday was uneventfull. Work day at the camp.
#1 gets another notch on his 25-06 Sunday am.
This am I catch a sow at 273 steps with 250 gr from my 35 Whelen. Not enough lead and I catch her through the hams. I got no blood, no hair and no pig. I call for the dogs. We trail for about 300 yrds and we smell guts and pig dung. I wade into some really thick brush. I can't see my feet and I'm standing on a layer of bent over brush. I hear tinkelink off to my left and tinkelink off to my right and crunch, crunch about 2 yrds in front. I say, I got the pig right hear, he says no it's the dog, I say, no it's the pig. About that time the cat goes yip, yip, grrrrrr and then she runs by me and goes yip, yip, grrrr and then is running all over the place going yip, yip, grrrrrr. I say,"What the hell is she doing"? #1 says I dunno. The "Not A Pig" in front of me has had enough at this point and fortunately for me goes directly away. Even a 100# pig can shake the brush like a 400 #r, especially if you don't know how big it is. I advance and am peering through the brush squating down when the dog strikes one last time. yip, yip, grrrrrrr, bark, bark,Bark! and heads our way, the pig stops when she sees us 3yrds away. Boom- Boom! The 35 then the 12 ga. SCREEEEEEEEE! and Whoopeee! We are knee deep in pigs We were standing in the middle of about 5 or 6 hogs and they are running from us, the dogs and each other and not always in the same direction. It was quite interesting for a few seconds. The one we shot is still not dead so I pop her behind the ear with the 357 and step over her to see if I can get any kind of clear shot at the rapidly departing swinocerous. I'm about two steps away and she goes "Snort". Well that pumped another shot of adrenaline into my system but there wasn't anything to do with it except drag that pig back to the truck. This'll teach me to make more roads on the ranch.
I've got those little ribs going on the pit right now and I'm gonna sleep good tonight."
- Written by Alan on HuntAmerica.Com Pig Hunting Forum
(Edited by Quacker Wacker at 7:36 pm on Oct. 24, 2001)
"Friday night, #1 son gets to the ranch, I have to work the football game, which we lose 34/21. He, of course goes straight to work getting the camp straight and firewood gathered.... RIGHT! He goes hunting. Just about dark, of course, Hogzilla appears at the feeder. He realizes something's up and hightails it but "Old Deadeye" catches him crossing an opening and puts a 117 gr 25-06 through his chest quartering away. Hoggy turns a summersault and is up and away like greased pig sh....... we anyway Bubba figures he's got a mag light, two hog dogs and an 870 full of "00", why wait for other humans to arrive to call 911. The catahoula strikes the pig almost imediately but the pit is just a liability ao he call the cat off and loads the pit in the truck and wades back in. One more time, yip, yip, grrrrrr....Then he catches on that the comotion is coming his way fast. The dog breaks cover about 5 yrs out and Something very large is right behind her. Hogzilla hits the opening just as Genius is trying to shear the safety sear in two. The dog realizes that things aren't going according to plan and latches onto the hogs nose, not a real safe place to be. #1 gets the safety off just about the time puppy heads for safer parts.. Booom! One load of "00" complete with wad and filler ends piggies story. He's a good 200 yrds from the road. It took him 3 hours to get the hog to the truck. He finished butchering at 3:00 am. Sat morn. I estimate the hog to be about 350 -400 #r.
Saturday was uneventfull. Work day at the camp.
#1 gets another notch on his 25-06 Sunday am.
This am I catch a sow at 273 steps with 250 gr from my 35 Whelen. Not enough lead and I catch her through the hams. I got no blood, no hair and no pig. I call for the dogs. We trail for about 300 yrds and we smell guts and pig dung. I wade into some really thick brush. I can't see my feet and I'm standing on a layer of bent over brush. I hear tinkelink off to my left and tinkelink off to my right and crunch, crunch about 2 yrds in front. I say, I got the pig right hear, he says no it's the dog, I say, no it's the pig. About that time the cat goes yip, yip, grrrrrr and then she runs by me and goes yip, yip, grrrr and then is running all over the place going yip, yip, grrrrrr. I say,"What the hell is she doing"? #1 says I dunno. The "Not A Pig" in front of me has had enough at this point and fortunately for me goes directly away. Even a 100# pig can shake the brush like a 400 #r, especially if you don't know how big it is. I advance and am peering through the brush squating down when the dog strikes one last time. yip, yip, grrrrrrr, bark, bark,Bark! and heads our way, the pig stops when she sees us 3yrds away. Boom- Boom! The 35 then the 12 ga. SCREEEEEEEEE! and Whoopeee! We are knee deep in pigs We were standing in the middle of about 5 or 6 hogs and they are running from us, the dogs and each other and not always in the same direction. It was quite interesting for a few seconds. The one we shot is still not dead so I pop her behind the ear with the 357 and step over her to see if I can get any kind of clear shot at the rapidly departing swinocerous. I'm about two steps away and she goes "Snort". Well that pumped another shot of adrenaline into my system but there wasn't anything to do with it except drag that pig back to the truck. This'll teach me to make more roads on the ranch.
I've got those little ribs going on the pit right now and I'm gonna sleep good tonight."
- Written by Alan on HuntAmerica.Com Pig Hunting Forum
(Edited by Quacker Wacker at 7:36 pm on Oct. 24, 2001)
