Got tied up at home with summer duties and could not make the drive to Bosque County, but managed to make it up to Montague County, socialize with Mr. TBR for a bit, and then go hunt.
Not too long after getting in the stand, I spotted a single hog under the feeder with my thermal spotting scope. By the time the rifle was up and running, there were several small hogs under the feeder and a couple of more trotting in to feed.
This feeder does not spit much corn and I figured the hogs would not be under the feeder long, so despite having some trouble getting situated for the shot, I took the earliest shot I thought I would make well. I didn't shoot very much too soon as most of the corn was gone by the time of the shot.
I hit the boar broadside behind the shoulder and the sow was just a bonus hog, the bullet hitting her straight on at the top of the back and along the side (fragmented bullet).
While examining the hogs back at the truck, one of the armadillos that had been going after Mr. TBR's yard came up. He wasn't shy and that was his demise. I walked up to within about 15 feet and shot him through the shoulders with my .45 acp 1911. The Speer Gold Dot 230 gr. bullet did not expand as the entry and exit holes were nearly identical in size. To my surprise, the armadillo still managed to run about 30 yards.
Not too long after getting in the stand, I spotted a single hog under the feeder with my thermal spotting scope. By the time the rifle was up and running, there were several small hogs under the feeder and a couple of more trotting in to feed.
This feeder does not spit much corn and I figured the hogs would not be under the feeder long, so despite having some trouble getting situated for the shot, I took the earliest shot I thought I would make well. I didn't shoot very much too soon as most of the corn was gone by the time of the shot.
I hit the boar broadside behind the shoulder and the sow was just a bonus hog, the bullet hitting her straight on at the top of the back and along the side (fragmented bullet).
While examining the hogs back at the truck, one of the armadillos that had been going after Mr. TBR's yard came up. He wasn't shy and that was his demise. I walked up to within about 15 feet and shot him through the shoulders with my .45 acp 1911. The Speer Gold Dot 230 gr. bullet did not expand as the entry and exit holes were nearly identical in size. To my surprise, the armadillo still managed to run about 30 yards.
Love the 2fers!! Those are much fun to watch and a GOOD ON YA for that!! BANG BANG!!
