rgeisler
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I went hunting over weekend and learned a valuable lesson. Don't assume a hog is dead. My friends dad shot a hog that was about 150 yards away and up on a hill. It looked like a good hit and the hog ran and rolled a bit. It looked like he expired and it was my job to retrieve it. The sun was dropping and we were losing light fast. I hiked up the hill and when I thought I was in line with him, I started to side walk the hill. After I passed where I thought he would be, I decided to walk a bit further. What I did not know was that there was a small indention in the hill and the hog dropped in it. I got about 5 feet and heard some teeth chomping, a pretty scary squeal and to my surprise a big boar coming right at me. I was not ready to shoot and jumped back. I caught my balance about 20 feet down the hill. The boar set back down and did not move. After I changed my pants, I hiked back up around him and was able to finish him off. Down the hill he went and ended up 20 feet from the truck.
I will never not be ready and I will always expect to have to shoot until I know he is 100% dead. Everyone got a good laugh at my expense, but we all talked about how it could have gone bad fast.
The picture of just me and the hog was my last one and the picture with my buddy's dad is the one that taught me a lesson. Both were evening hogs from the same ranch.
I will never not be ready and I will always expect to have to shoot until I know he is 100% dead. Everyone got a good laugh at my expense, but we all talked about how it could have gone bad fast.
The picture of just me and the hog was my last one and the picture with my buddy's dad is the one that taught me a lesson. Both were evening hogs from the same ranch.