Well pilgrim, so you want the story uh.............. It started one awfully early spring morning in the sierra foothills on private land. The owner said I got pigs out my ears, can you help me out. Well being the courteous person that I am when people are faced with pig problems, I decided we could probably help him out with a few friends. It was late morning and I dropped a couple of buddies of at the top of a hill that had knee high brush. There was good sign in the area. We figured this would be a good place for a pig to hold out and yet give us a clear shot if we came onto one. I headed back down the hill and waited at the bottom near a ravine in case one moved in my direction. I'd been waiting about 20 minutes and then heard my two buddies' 30-06s start hammering. After the gunsmoke cleared, I ventured up the hill.
What had happened was that one of my buddies walked within 30" of a big boar that was lying down. The boar stood up and just glarred at my buddy. He started trotting forward along the side of my buddy who didn't know if he should stand his ground and shoot or run. The big boar past him and then took off running. My buddy fired and the boar went left and away from him and looked like he was going to drop off of the other side of the hill that they had been walking on. All of a sudden the boar cut right and was running perpendicular to both of my buddies walking direction. As all this was unfolding, my second buddy was on higher ground and to the right of my first buddy who startled the pig. As the pig was swinging right in a run, my second buddy already had him in his scope and was following him as the boar approached his position. At approximately 50 yds his 30-06 ignited. The 150 grain Nosler hit the pig just below the right ear and exited out the mouth on the other side. The pig did an instant forward flip, landed back on its feet and kept truckin. The pig was lost. At that time we didn't know it had a head shot. We thought a big nasty wounded boar in cover that we were going to have to go in and find. The higher manzanita did not permit the quick swing of a rifle. So we shouldered the long guns and went into the brush with a 9mm and a 357 mag wheel gun. After about 40 minutes of tromping around ever so carfully and diligently, we found it. It was definately dead. It took three of us just to drag it down hill where we could get the pickup to it and drag it to some flat groung. After it was gutted, it still took three of us struggling to get it into the pickup bed. It was a good hunt.
Thanks for the kudos, I'll pass it on to the one that bagged it. Bighorn, the land owner is particular who hunts. He knows all of us. Pigdream, no it is not near the quarry in Woodlake if that's what you met. The ribs were great tasting as well as the chops. I haven't tasted the sausage as of yet, but it sure smells good.
Thanks again for your interest in our hunt. I wish everyone good luck afield.
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