WEll this morning started out like many when we head up to the country. Got up early, got off late. I was supposed to meet up with my friend on his place to get in an early hunt. He ended up working till no tellin what time last night and didn't head up. I just was lazy and took my sweet time in getting there. I ended up arriving about an hour or so ahead of him. When we got there the buzzards were already perched and waiting. The wife pointed out that they looked awefully hungry and we out to see if we could round them up somethin to snack on.
When my friend arrived and I had a trailer loaded up and ready to head out to fill deer feeders. Plan was to fill several feeders then slip on into the woods for a little stalking.
First feeder, the display is dead so as I was disconnecting the battery, the motor gots off. As soon as it quit spinning we hear water splashing and look up to see two decent hogs busting out of the tree line some 150 or so yards away. My friend is first into action and he pops a cap, followed right behind by me hittin on square in the rump. WE get to them and find mine which was smelling the whole woods up already. Man those things can reak. It was a boar of about 150 or so pounds. On to the next feeder as time is a waistin.
WE pull up to this one and my pardner pulls the cover off of the motor to change out the battery. Well the screw is dropped into the grass never to be seen again. As we looked for it I could hear some sticks cracking just below us in the creek bottom. I walked over and took a quick look but noticed nothing moving. Back to the motor. Since the screw was gone, next best thing was a small stick about the same size. So Tim walks over and pulls a small piece of limb from the bushes there by the drop off to the creek. Next thing I know he is waiving his hand wildly and pointing at my rifle. No explaination needed. Rifle is up and target is aquired. Funny thing was that I couldn't see either end of this hog. IT was laying in some bushes which covered both ends. So I screw up the power on the scope and finially see the direction the hair is pointing, swing left to the edge of the bush and squeeze. This just started the ball rolling. I was using a .270 with some handloaded Hornady 150gr Round nose bullets. IT slammed the hog, but it was up and tryin to get up the bank and away. WEll it was obvious tha this wasn't going to happen. So I finished it off with a 200gr JHP from the 41 mag. Then we looked it over and wondered how in the hell we were going to get it out of the creek for one, and secondly up the 35 - 40 feet to the pasture so we could load it on the trailer.
Well a little rigging and slipping ans sliding up the hill we all come using the 4 wheeler to pull it up. Once there it took about 20 more minutes to rig and load up on the small trailer we use. From there on out it was all work.
I will try to get the pictures up tomorrow. We still have to burn a few on the camera they are on. Maybe tomorrow we will get into some more, and the daughter will hit one or two.
When my friend arrived and I had a trailer loaded up and ready to head out to fill deer feeders. Plan was to fill several feeders then slip on into the woods for a little stalking.
First feeder, the display is dead so as I was disconnecting the battery, the motor gots off. As soon as it quit spinning we hear water splashing and look up to see two decent hogs busting out of the tree line some 150 or so yards away. My friend is first into action and he pops a cap, followed right behind by me hittin on square in the rump. WE get to them and find mine which was smelling the whole woods up already. Man those things can reak. It was a boar of about 150 or so pounds. On to the next feeder as time is a waistin.
WE pull up to this one and my pardner pulls the cover off of the motor to change out the battery. Well the screw is dropped into the grass never to be seen again. As we looked for it I could hear some sticks cracking just below us in the creek bottom. I walked over and took a quick look but noticed nothing moving. Back to the motor. Since the screw was gone, next best thing was a small stick about the same size. So Tim walks over and pulls a small piece of limb from the bushes there by the drop off to the creek. Next thing I know he is waiving his hand wildly and pointing at my rifle. No explaination needed. Rifle is up and target is aquired. Funny thing was that I couldn't see either end of this hog. IT was laying in some bushes which covered both ends. So I screw up the power on the scope and finially see the direction the hair is pointing, swing left to the edge of the bush and squeeze. This just started the ball rolling. I was using a .270 with some handloaded Hornady 150gr Round nose bullets. IT slammed the hog, but it was up and tryin to get up the bank and away. WEll it was obvious tha this wasn't going to happen. So I finished it off with a 200gr JHP from the 41 mag. Then we looked it over and wondered how in the hell we were going to get it out of the creek for one, and secondly up the 35 - 40 feet to the pasture so we could load it on the trailer.
Well a little rigging and slipping ans sliding up the hill we all come using the 4 wheeler to pull it up. Once there it took about 20 more minutes to rig and load up on the small trailer we use. From there on out it was all work.
I will try to get the pictures up tomorrow. We still have to burn a few on the camera they are on. Maybe tomorrow we will get into some more, and the daughter will hit one or two.
