This morning I was out hunting feral hogs and I was in some thick trees when I heard some grunting and squealing that couldn't be more than 50 yards away. So I headed that way. As I came out of the thick woods and into some slightly more open lanes I holstered the .357 mag Blackhawk that I typically hunt hogs with and took off my Remington 700 .30-06 that I had decided to strap on my back this morning. As I was taking it off two fairly big porkers appeared about 40 yards in front of me at the edge of some thick mesquite. They started to take off as I brought the rifle up but I took a shot at one and saw the other run off. I heard squealing and assumed I hit the one I aimed at so I trotted over only to find that I'd shot a 25lb or so piglet instead. Somehow I'd totally missed the big one but by complete chance hit this one (right in the spine). I heard some more grunting over to my left and I thought "Oh, it must have hit the first one, passed through and then hit this one" but when I found the source of the grunting it was just another piglet running around looking for mama, who was long gone.
Oh well...I got some nice tender piglet to add to the freezer. It should be good eating but I was wanting to get some more full-sized tenderloins. I coulda stuck with it I suppose but I didn't want the one in my hand to go bad while I was looking for two in the bush.
brad cook
Oh well...I got some nice tender piglet to add to the freezer. It should be good eating but I was wanting to get some more full-sized tenderloins. I coulda stuck with it I suppose but I didn't want the one in my hand to go bad while I was looking for two in the bush.
brad cook
