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I took my two girls hog hunting in Northwest Texas last week my older daughter Tori is 13 her sister Bailee is 10. Tori has killed a hog before and as well as an elk so she has had a bit of hunting experience. This was Bailee’s first hunting trip where she was after the big stuff she has hunted rabbits before with her .22. After getting into camp the first order of business was to check zero on the rifles. Here is Bailee sighting in with a very nice sporterized 1917 Enfield in .308. She shot a nice sub 2” group at 100 yards with this sweet old rifle.
The first afternoon we went out and sat on a stand the only thing that came in was this nice big coon. Tori took him clean with one shot from her M-70 .308 at 118 yards. The dogs thought they needed to be in the picture the next morning.
The afternoon we went out to have a look around and the girls got to temporarily catch a couple of horny toads. They named them spike and George, gave them a few pets and let them loose.
That evening Tori and Bailee and I sat on a feeder which we had seen a hog on previously. We sat for several hours and waited until after dark. A hog came in alright but he came in from behind us on the same trail we came in on. Now picture the setting . It is pitch black the three of us are intently listening for the hog to hit the corn. The moon just starts rise and the coyotes begin to howl. Bailee is just a bit nervous and squeezes closer to me. My 13 year old is a bit nervous too but is way to cool to let on to the fact as her sister is there. In the gloomy dark we think we hear a noise, yep we definitely hear a noise but what is it? It sounds large is it a hog maybe it’s a mountain lion or possibly a rabid killer beast of unknown origin? The girls squeeze in a little tighter. I can tell they are just dying to ask me what it is but they’ve been instructed to maintain silence and with trembling nerves going wild they do.
The thing gets closer we sense an evil presence and almost feel it’s hot breath on our soft vulnerable necks. Closer, so close that it seems to be almost sitting with us under the same tree. I feel the girls bodies tense and they squeeze into daddies sides even tighter. And then the evenings serenity is shattered with the most god awful growl and chuff you ever wanted to hear. Both girls are headed for the safety of dad’s lap fighting each other for the sanctuary of dad. The big one muscles the little one off and the little one starts to slash and punch at the big one. I am trying to calm both of them with soothing confident words like “get off of me!!” “Where’s the gun!!””Climb the tree while you still can!!”. By the time we get untangled the hog that had snuck up to within 10 feet of us and cursed us out in very foul and volumetric piggish was long gone. But as that hog trotted off and I swear I could hear him chuckling as he made his way back into the brush.
The pig had made his point and he scared the bejeezus out of my girls. It was payback time
The next evening we picked a new spot to wait out our foul mouthed prey and we picked a new weapons platform we weren’t going to take any chances with this porcine joker. Our friend Ashley loaned us his super high speed low drag night hunting set up AR with suppressor. We found a suitable snipers nest on the other side of the canyon and settled in with the world’s best hog sniper team ready for action. Tori was the trigger person and I was the spotter.
It turns out that not only did this hog have a very good sense of humor he also had a seriously good appetite. Just before dark he came into the corn feeder and greedily started munching. As he stood broadside at 88 yards Tori flipped the safety to fire and sent a 150 gr Corelockt through his heart. The hog ran a short distance and kicked a few times before going to hog heaven. By the time we got down to hog it was dark so please excuse the poor quality of the picture but here he is with a seriously proud hunter in possession.
The first afternoon we went out and sat on a stand the only thing that came in was this nice big coon. Tori took him clean with one shot from her M-70 .308 at 118 yards. The dogs thought they needed to be in the picture the next morning.
The afternoon we went out to have a look around and the girls got to temporarily catch a couple of horny toads. They named them spike and George, gave them a few pets and let them loose.
That evening Tori and Bailee and I sat on a feeder which we had seen a hog on previously. We sat for several hours and waited until after dark. A hog came in alright but he came in from behind us on the same trail we came in on. Now picture the setting . It is pitch black the three of us are intently listening for the hog to hit the corn. The moon just starts rise and the coyotes begin to howl. Bailee is just a bit nervous and squeezes closer to me. My 13 year old is a bit nervous too but is way to cool to let on to the fact as her sister is there. In the gloomy dark we think we hear a noise, yep we definitely hear a noise but what is it? It sounds large is it a hog maybe it’s a mountain lion or possibly a rabid killer beast of unknown origin? The girls squeeze in a little tighter. I can tell they are just dying to ask me what it is but they’ve been instructed to maintain silence and with trembling nerves going wild they do.
The thing gets closer we sense an evil presence and almost feel it’s hot breath on our soft vulnerable necks. Closer, so close that it seems to be almost sitting with us under the same tree. I feel the girls bodies tense and they squeeze into daddies sides even tighter. And then the evenings serenity is shattered with the most god awful growl and chuff you ever wanted to hear. Both girls are headed for the safety of dad’s lap fighting each other for the sanctuary of dad. The big one muscles the little one off and the little one starts to slash and punch at the big one. I am trying to calm both of them with soothing confident words like “get off of me!!” “Where’s the gun!!””Climb the tree while you still can!!”. By the time we get untangled the hog that had snuck up to within 10 feet of us and cursed us out in very foul and volumetric piggish was long gone. But as that hog trotted off and I swear I could hear him chuckling as he made his way back into the brush.
The pig had made his point and he scared the bejeezus out of my girls. It was payback time
The next evening we picked a new spot to wait out our foul mouthed prey and we picked a new weapons platform we weren’t going to take any chances with this porcine joker. Our friend Ashley loaned us his super high speed low drag night hunting set up AR with suppressor. We found a suitable snipers nest on the other side of the canyon and settled in with the world’s best hog sniper team ready for action. Tori was the trigger person and I was the spotter.
It turns out that not only did this hog have a very good sense of humor he also had a seriously good appetite. Just before dark he came into the corn feeder and greedily started munching. As he stood broadside at 88 yards Tori flipped the safety to fire and sent a 150 gr Corelockt through his heart. The hog ran a short distance and kicked a few times before going to hog heaven. By the time we got down to hog it was dark so please excuse the poor quality of the picture but here he is with a seriously proud hunter in possession.
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