Man! He took a licking and kept on ticking. I might need a clean pair of panties. ( I might also have been screaming like a girl)
i did have to edit out some audio on the clip, lol
That Hog absorbed several hard hits before going down for good.
What round and bullet were you using?
hunting has been too good lately so i haven't gone back to try to figure out what's wrong with my jamming reloads. i went with black hills 168gr match hp. perhaps a bullet better suited for hunting might have anchored him, but i wouldn't trade that experience for a dozen bang/flop kills.
You are giving em hell! Good job. Are you adding your numbers to the 2016 kill count?
haven't been keeping up with that. i'll try to get a total for the end of the month.
Tough old boy there. Thank God you were in an open field and not heavy brush.
speaking of... i had one such hunt a while back and let greed overcome common sense. i sighted in a friends night scope on his pof creedmoor. naturally i had to hunt it and got a pretty good shot on a hog with it, but he made it into the tall grass. i shouldn’t have gone in after him, but i really wanted him, so i followed with pistol and flashlight. when i got close i could see the top of the 8 foot grass lay over in the moonlight as he ran at me. he had a hard time getting through the grass, and i was able to retreat back to the truck.
i wanted more firepower, so i ditched the pistol and grabbed the rifle. the long barrel with my shark can on it wasn't very maneuverable. none the less, i held the flashlight against the hand guard and let the shark lead the way. this time when he charged i started firing in the direction of the snarls and thrashing grass. after a few shots the flashlight somehow shut off, and i lost my footing, stumbling to the ground in darkness.
i kept my bearings from the moonlight and kept firing where the grass was slapping the ground under his lunging hoofs. the pof dumped the magazine flawlessly in mere seconds in the direction of oncoming painful and violent death. i held my breath in hopes to keep as quite as the rifle that just screeched to a halt; straining to hear anything that might indicate if i was about to be gored to death or eaten alive. there was no sound. i continued to lay silently for a while, scared to make a move or a sound in case he was waiting for me. scratch that... i hopped up and used my hand like a machete to clear a path back to the truck and reload and get a better flashlight. followed my swath back in and he was just a few yards from where i fell, dreaming about tender, tasty morsels of djones.
