Here’s the story. "Helped" on a guided hunt with dogs....I just basically took pictures after the kill, helped with the dogs, did what I could to help out. I won’t advertise for the guide, but you can PM me if you want more information. They have a 100% success rate so far this year. Client got his pig, a nice 200+ boar (guess it was closer to 180lbs) by 7.15am with a 30-30. Dogs were on the pig in some extremely rough brush.
Here are the pics.
http://community.webshots.com/user/manfreddy (hollister hunt)
After the kill, the field dressing, and an hour of BS'ing, we drove the ranch, basically looking at the incredible scenery and enjoying the great day. After about 30 minutes of driving, the Guide in the back of the truck with me yells, "Pigs!". We see a group of 5 behind a tree about 300 yds away. Guides ask if I would like to take them...since I'm just a tag along, I defer to the paying client, who tells me he's got his and I should go ahead. So I grab 5 shells, and nearly kill myself jumping out of the truck. The rest of the party (1 client, 1 non paying hunter, and the 3 guides) stay behind with the truck. At this point, the adreline has caused my hands to become jittery....and my legs are shaking. These pigs are 300 yds up on the side of a hill and they are now starting to move, but just moving away from us, not running (added by manfreddy: i should rephrase this, i moved in a good 100-120 yds before I took the shot). Throw a 180grn Federal classic in the chamber and put the Sako finnbear on my shoulder. "Shoot", I say, now they’re either on to us or spooked but I've still got the big sow in the scope. I'm comfortable with the shot...lead her a bit and 'wham', fade to black. As I recover from the recoil, the one guide yells, "missed high, right over her shoulder". The pigs have bolted, but they are running parallel to the road on the ridgeline. Truck is running now, and we can see the pigs sprinting on the ridgeline. I unload my gun quickly, and now its back in the truck. The heart is racing now, and the chase is really on. Everyone is excited. The head guide is driving, and really dropping the hammer....through 2 gates and we think we've made it ahead of them. "Get out", they yell. I'm out of the truck and I see a nice fence post ahead of me that would make a perfect rest. Full sprint to the post and by the time I get there, we see all 5 of the hogs busting out into an opening on the ridgeline. Throw 3 into the 30-06, rack it and get the big girl in the scope again. Shot is now closer to 100-125yds, but the hogs are moving fast. Brush off the safety and let one rip, "wham". I've got her down, but its not a fatal shot. Jump through the fence and up the hill with the guides to finish her off. After finishing off the wounded sow, we run up to the rest of the party. We can hear that the dogs have a pig bayed.
The rest of the party had driven up road to cut off the rest of the hogs. They are just getting out of the truck when we arrive from finishing off the sow, completely out of breath. We find a pig wounded (It was a 30-06 wound to that pig....a scotch double for me) and the dogs bay a huge sow. Looks like the 2nd shot, where the sow was dumped earlier, had completely exited and hit a young boar running behind her. I finish off the wounded boar with the rifle (not before Mr. idiot, yours truly, dry fires the rifle. As soon as I hear the click of the rifle, the pig bolts...I was able to rack one in and drop him, but I would never be able to live that one down if he got away)
. The other non-paying hunter dumps the bayed sow with a .44, but not before she charges, knocks him on his keister, and starts a profanity contest. We are back skinning the hogs at 11am. Didn't get too many pics of the young boar and the 2 sows with my camera. Hopefully there will be other pics from the non-digital cameras.
Here are the pics.
http://community.webshots.com/user/manfreddy (hollister hunt)
After the kill, the field dressing, and an hour of BS'ing, we drove the ranch, basically looking at the incredible scenery and enjoying the great day. After about 30 minutes of driving, the Guide in the back of the truck with me yells, "Pigs!". We see a group of 5 behind a tree about 300 yds away. Guides ask if I would like to take them...since I'm just a tag along, I defer to the paying client, who tells me he's got his and I should go ahead. So I grab 5 shells, and nearly kill myself jumping out of the truck. The rest of the party (1 client, 1 non paying hunter, and the 3 guides) stay behind with the truck. At this point, the adreline has caused my hands to become jittery....and my legs are shaking. These pigs are 300 yds up on the side of a hill and they are now starting to move, but just moving away from us, not running (added by manfreddy: i should rephrase this, i moved in a good 100-120 yds before I took the shot). Throw a 180grn Federal classic in the chamber and put the Sako finnbear on my shoulder. "Shoot", I say, now they’re either on to us or spooked but I've still got the big sow in the scope. I'm comfortable with the shot...lead her a bit and 'wham', fade to black. As I recover from the recoil, the one guide yells, "missed high, right over her shoulder". The pigs have bolted, but they are running parallel to the road on the ridgeline. Truck is running now, and we can see the pigs sprinting on the ridgeline. I unload my gun quickly, and now its back in the truck. The heart is racing now, and the chase is really on. Everyone is excited. The head guide is driving, and really dropping the hammer....through 2 gates and we think we've made it ahead of them. "Get out", they yell. I'm out of the truck and I see a nice fence post ahead of me that would make a perfect rest. Full sprint to the post and by the time I get there, we see all 5 of the hogs busting out into an opening on the ridgeline. Throw 3 into the 30-06, rack it and get the big girl in the scope again. Shot is now closer to 100-125yds, but the hogs are moving fast. Brush off the safety and let one rip, "wham". I've got her down, but its not a fatal shot. Jump through the fence and up the hill with the guides to finish her off. After finishing off the wounded sow, we run up to the rest of the party. We can hear that the dogs have a pig bayed.
The rest of the party had driven up road to cut off the rest of the hogs. They are just getting out of the truck when we arrive from finishing off the sow, completely out of breath. We find a pig wounded (It was a 30-06 wound to that pig....a scotch double for me) and the dogs bay a huge sow. Looks like the 2nd shot, where the sow was dumped earlier, had completely exited and hit a young boar running behind her. I finish off the wounded boar with the rifle (not before Mr. idiot, yours truly, dry fires the rifle. As soon as I hear the click of the rifle, the pig bolts...I was able to rack one in and drop him, but I would never be able to live that one down if he got away)
