My buddy Brian and I went out pig hunting with a friend of his today. Usually he runs dogs, and I kinda follow along, or hang out on the road with a rifle.
Today we both took guns, he had my .30-06, and I took my newly assembled .375 Ruger.
The area we were hunting isn't one I've ever been to. Its mostly pasture land with shrubs and broken trees. It borders one of the nature reserves. Anyway we parked and walked down the road bordering the pasture land, and right after we rounded the first bend we spotted a small herd in the pasture.
After sneaking down to the fence Brian didn't want to take the first shot, he doesn't shoot that much. I braced on one of the fence poles, and held on the front of the on side shoulder, as the pig was quartering a little and down hill from me.
The 270gr Speer btsp hit a little farther forward into the neck than I intended, broke the spine, collar bone, ribs, and exited thru the front leg. The pig didn't even fall over she just went face first into the dirt.
The other 4 with her looked up at the shot then went back to eating.
We crossed the fence and head over to her. The other pigs which were 20-60lbs slowly meandered off. We did see another 80lb, but it was one of the mottled brown, white, and black ones, so it wasn't untill it moved that I realized it wasn't a moss covered rock. By then Brian had already walked passed it, and it got away.
We made a short loop thru the brush in the pasture, and I scared up a few more 50 pounders. They ran straight to Brian, who had dropped into a small draw while I walked in the bushes on the ridge. They stopped at about 40yds. He managed to shoot both back feet off of one of them, how I'm still not sure (this is the same guy who shot the back foot off the biggest Bull we got a few cow hunts ago, trend?). That pig decided laying down might be a good option, but her buddy came up and started snuffling at her. Brian managed to shoot that one thru the right side of the head, neck, and the bullet lodged some where in the chest between the shoulders.
The first one Brian shot got up and ran off, so all I saw after the shooting paused, was the top of his head as he went scampering off after her. He did get her a little ways away with another headshot.
After dragging those three to the truck, we headed back down towards the house. As we passed another pasture, I saw another good size pig standing right in the middle of the cattle shoot.
We pulled over, got Brian loaded up again and he ran off to go try shoot the pig.
When he fired his first shot at that one (shot it behind the last rib, and out the front off the off side back leg), a herd of about 5 took off running from a depression in the pasture to the right of us. Brian really like killing pigs, and I had as much work as I wanted for the night, so I tried yelling at him to switch targets to the ones in the pasture. He stayed on the first one he shot tho, as he should, and finished it with another headshot.
Our host wanted me to shoot the largest of the ones in the herd that had run, but I couldn't tell which it was by then as they had all stopped to look at us. When Brian fired his second shot at the boar he'd wounded, the other pigs took off running. I missed the running shot on the big one.
Anyway, fun couple hours lotsa meat, and two of my guns that have never taken game are now bloodied.
The 06 was firing 178eld-xs at about 2700, and my 375 was firing 270 speers at 2650. Both produced pretty much the types of wounds I expected from them. I'm much more impressed with the havok wrecked by the 30 Cal Eld-Xs, than I was with the 6.5s. this could just he that they we're used on smaller animals, or that they we're launching 150fps slower.
I'm also convinced Brian can't tell which end of the pig is which.....
Careful positioning pose....
Today we both took guns, he had my .30-06, and I took my newly assembled .375 Ruger.
The area we were hunting isn't one I've ever been to. Its mostly pasture land with shrubs and broken trees. It borders one of the nature reserves. Anyway we parked and walked down the road bordering the pasture land, and right after we rounded the first bend we spotted a small herd in the pasture.
After sneaking down to the fence Brian didn't want to take the first shot, he doesn't shoot that much. I braced on one of the fence poles, and held on the front of the on side shoulder, as the pig was quartering a little and down hill from me.
The 270gr Speer btsp hit a little farther forward into the neck than I intended, broke the spine, collar bone, ribs, and exited thru the front leg. The pig didn't even fall over she just went face first into the dirt.
The other 4 with her looked up at the shot then went back to eating.
We crossed the fence and head over to her. The other pigs which were 20-60lbs slowly meandered off. We did see another 80lb, but it was one of the mottled brown, white, and black ones, so it wasn't untill it moved that I realized it wasn't a moss covered rock. By then Brian had already walked passed it, and it got away.
We made a short loop thru the brush in the pasture, and I scared up a few more 50 pounders. They ran straight to Brian, who had dropped into a small draw while I walked in the bushes on the ridge. They stopped at about 40yds. He managed to shoot both back feet off of one of them, how I'm still not sure (this is the same guy who shot the back foot off the biggest Bull we got a few cow hunts ago, trend?). That pig decided laying down might be a good option, but her buddy came up and started snuffling at her. Brian managed to shoot that one thru the right side of the head, neck, and the bullet lodged some where in the chest between the shoulders.
The first one Brian shot got up and ran off, so all I saw after the shooting paused, was the top of his head as he went scampering off after her. He did get her a little ways away with another headshot.
After dragging those three to the truck, we headed back down towards the house. As we passed another pasture, I saw another good size pig standing right in the middle of the cattle shoot.
We pulled over, got Brian loaded up again and he ran off to go try shoot the pig.
When he fired his first shot at that one (shot it behind the last rib, and out the front off the off side back leg), a herd of about 5 took off running from a depression in the pasture to the right of us. Brian really like killing pigs, and I had as much work as I wanted for the night, so I tried yelling at him to switch targets to the ones in the pasture. He stayed on the first one he shot tho, as he should, and finished it with another headshot.
Our host wanted me to shoot the largest of the ones in the herd that had run, but I couldn't tell which it was by then as they had all stopped to look at us. When Brian fired his second shot at the boar he'd wounded, the other pigs took off running. I missed the running shot on the big one.
Anyway, fun couple hours lotsa meat, and two of my guns that have never taken game are now bloodied.
The 06 was firing 178eld-xs at about 2700, and my 375 was firing 270 speers at 2650. Both produced pretty much the types of wounds I expected from them. I'm much more impressed with the havok wrecked by the 30 Cal Eld-Xs, than I was with the 6.5s. this could just he that they we're used on smaller animals, or that they we're launching 150fps slower.
I'm also convinced Brian can't tell which end of the pig is which.....
Careful positioning pose....