Hawghunter
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Well, like usual, only 1 complaint about Mustang Guide Service—our hunt was over to quickly. We arrived at our motel in King City Thursday to hunt Fri, and Sat. Frank showed up Thurs about 4:00 to take us out for a look around that evening. We drove south about 10 miles and onto a private ranch. We glassed a 50acre field then turned up a small valley on a kind of dirt road, kind of not a road. There was rooting everywhere from the night before. Frank told us the pigs have been hard to find lately. Anyways we turned around at the top and started back down. I was in the truck with Kek, Franks guide, and my friend Brett was with Frank behind us.
When we had decended just far enough to see the field we had glassed Kek stopped his truck and calmly told me there are our pigs. There was a herd of about 6 shootable hogs and 5 or 6 three month old piglets. They were about 600 yards away. The wind was perfect, blowing straight from them to us. We got out of the trucks and hiked down into the dry streambed to close the distance. When we got to the dirt road that went around the field we took a right hand turn and, staying on the other side of the cover in the stream bed, we hiked to the far end of the field, even with the pigs.
The pigs were still 200 yards out and we watched them for quite a while. There was nothing there to use for a rest and both of us were uncomfortable with a 200yard shot sitting or off hand. If we went into the prone position then the barley was to high, we could not see the pigs. We decided to low crawl to a power pole at the edge or the field that had a few bushes growing around it.
Brett stood up behind the pole and used it for a rest, I stood Kek’s rifle up and held my rifle against it, with a glove between them, for a rest. Now came the hard part. Shoot on three. Both of us? Yup. one, two, boom, boom.
Bretts pig was facing him and he missed. My pig was broadside but jumped at the sound of Brett’s shot. I hit my hog squarly in the right rear ham. I don’t know if anyone watches the BPR buy my hog jumped like Hammer coming out of the shoot. Once straight up, circled to the left and straight up again. Kek told me to go and get my pig and took off running with Brett to head the other pigs in the open before they got into the really thick stuff. Then I saw my hog run off after the others.
I walked to where I hit my hog and then started after the herd. I heard Brett shoot again, then again, and once more. I knew he had one down. Meantime frank had let the dogs go to track Brett’s hit hog. The problem was Brett had missed his hog cleanly, so the dogs had another pig bayed up in cover. And, Brett had killed a huge 200# sow.
When I made the ¾ mile hike to where Kek was he asked me if I had my hog. I told him no. He told me the hog had not ran to where they were but we had to kill this other pig the dogs had bayed up. I looked at him funny, like why? He tossed me an ear. The dogs had ate him up pretty badly. I followed Kek into the cover, he asked if I had a pistol, no. It was in my truck. Anyways, the fight was on, 3 dogs one on each side of the hogs head and one on his tail. Kek told me to run in there and grab the hogs hind legs and pull him out. I think he was screwing with me, being an Orange County hunter and all. However, I handed him my 7mm and ran in there and pulled the hog out. Kek called his dogs off and shot him in the ear. A 7mm works great at 1’. LOL!
We then hiked back to where I had shot my original hog and found him in the thickest cover there. He was in bad shape. The 7mm 150 grain boat tail had completely turned his right ham into sasuage and bone splinters. Another quick shot to the ear and it was over.
‘This was one of the best and funnest hunts I have ever had the pleasure or participating in. Spot and a long stalk, crawl through a stream, and my buddy got a big hog and I got 2 140# ers. Unfortunately I left my camera in the truck so the only pictures are at of us getting ready to skin them.
Good Hunting,
Mark
ps-- i will figure out how to post these pictures!
Ah-Ha-- http://hometown.aol.com/hawghunter7mm/myho...ge/profile.html
When we had decended just far enough to see the field we had glassed Kek stopped his truck and calmly told me there are our pigs. There was a herd of about 6 shootable hogs and 5 or 6 three month old piglets. They were about 600 yards away. The wind was perfect, blowing straight from them to us. We got out of the trucks and hiked down into the dry streambed to close the distance. When we got to the dirt road that went around the field we took a right hand turn and, staying on the other side of the cover in the stream bed, we hiked to the far end of the field, even with the pigs.
The pigs were still 200 yards out and we watched them for quite a while. There was nothing there to use for a rest and both of us were uncomfortable with a 200yard shot sitting or off hand. If we went into the prone position then the barley was to high, we could not see the pigs. We decided to low crawl to a power pole at the edge or the field that had a few bushes growing around it.
Brett stood up behind the pole and used it for a rest, I stood Kek’s rifle up and held my rifle against it, with a glove between them, for a rest. Now came the hard part. Shoot on three. Both of us? Yup. one, two, boom, boom.
Bretts pig was facing him and he missed. My pig was broadside but jumped at the sound of Brett’s shot. I hit my hog squarly in the right rear ham. I don’t know if anyone watches the BPR buy my hog jumped like Hammer coming out of the shoot. Once straight up, circled to the left and straight up again. Kek told me to go and get my pig and took off running with Brett to head the other pigs in the open before they got into the really thick stuff. Then I saw my hog run off after the others.
I walked to where I hit my hog and then started after the herd. I heard Brett shoot again, then again, and once more. I knew he had one down. Meantime frank had let the dogs go to track Brett’s hit hog. The problem was Brett had missed his hog cleanly, so the dogs had another pig bayed up in cover. And, Brett had killed a huge 200# sow.
When I made the ¾ mile hike to where Kek was he asked me if I had my hog. I told him no. He told me the hog had not ran to where they were but we had to kill this other pig the dogs had bayed up. I looked at him funny, like why? He tossed me an ear. The dogs had ate him up pretty badly. I followed Kek into the cover, he asked if I had a pistol, no. It was in my truck. Anyways, the fight was on, 3 dogs one on each side of the hogs head and one on his tail. Kek told me to run in there and grab the hogs hind legs and pull him out. I think he was screwing with me, being an Orange County hunter and all. However, I handed him my 7mm and ran in there and pulled the hog out. Kek called his dogs off and shot him in the ear. A 7mm works great at 1’. LOL!
We then hiked back to where I had shot my original hog and found him in the thickest cover there. He was in bad shape. The 7mm 150 grain boat tail had completely turned his right ham into sasuage and bone splinters. Another quick shot to the ear and it was over.
‘This was one of the best and funnest hunts I have ever had the pleasure or participating in. Spot and a long stalk, crawl through a stream, and my buddy got a big hog and I got 2 140# ers. Unfortunately I left my camera in the truck so the only pictures are at of us getting ready to skin them.
Good Hunting,
Mark
ps-- i will figure out how to post these pictures!
Ah-Ha-- http://hometown.aol.com/hawghunter7mm/myho...ge/profile.html
