I went over to the same spot as the night before and corned the feeder area about 2pm. I eased in at 6:30 and there were ten piglets on the corn. I put down all of my extra equipment and eased up to my 120 yard position. Got the 6.8 shooting 110 accubonds set up and watched for a second. The sow came out and was a lttle spooky. She turned right at me and I let her have one to the front of her chest. She ran as I hoped she would so I wouldn't be putting my scent around the feeder. I found her about thirty yards behind the feeder on the edge of a creek. When I walked up something moved. One of the piglets was protecting her. I got him too. I marked the trail so I could find her later.
I went and sat at the picnic table which is 156 yards from the feeder. About an hour later a small group of hogs came out and left just as quick. No joy that time. About 20 more minutes another group came out. These were smaller forty pound range hogs. I didn't want to waste a 6.8 on them. I stayed sitting and put my 223 SBR accross my pack on the table. I lined up a head and let it fly. Hog went to flipping around and I could hear another squeeling off to the right. I went down and had a shoot through on another I did not see. I finished that one off and drug both away from the feeder.
I sat there until 10pm and never saw big boy. Got my son and his friend to load them up and went to show Steve. He was spending quality time with the wife. We all got to do that sometimes.
Went back to the cabin and had just layed down. Steve calls and says he got the big boy. I'll let him tell that story.