St. Gunner
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We went out this am and got these hogs, one smaller one about 50lbs, one about 80lbs and the rest topping a 100lbs pretty easy. Six where shot with a rifle by a guy named Randy and the other four the dogs caught or bayed and we shot or stuck, I managed to bleed two of em with my shrade. Calvin pumped buckshot into two of em. So the little orphans get to eat well for the next month or so.
"Pig meat again, somebody please pick-up a damn armadillo or racoon, please...."
Only one really exciting moment, I heard a hog grunt as I was walking down the a creek, Calvin and Dennis on one side me on the other. Butch heard it and one of Calvins dogs and headed towards it but kept coming up dry. I told Calvin, a hog was between us somewhere. So we both head to the creek bank. Suddenly he throws up and shoots and a hog goes to squealing(10yds 000 3" mag buckshot, frontal headshot). Butch bails off the bank and grabs him, he was hiding in some overgrown roots in the water. Well he rolls butch under a couple dozen times and I am figuring it is all over for Butch so I am shucking my radio and stuff, well about this time my pup Thrash comes tearing out of the creek on a tree that fell in and jumps into some vines and hangs up, about five feet off the ground. Butch is trying to drag his half drowned butt out of the water after inhaling a couple gallons. Calvin gets a clear shot and from about 5yds sticks some buck into his head and the show was over, cept he sunk out of sight. He ends up going into fish him out and about the time he gets to where he is at, the dogs bay, right behind me, about 20' in a brushpile. I grab the 30/30 and head that way and about a 120lbs sow is standing there beating the hell out of the dogs. I go to line up a shot and Butch decides he is ok to catch her. He staggers up and tries to grab an ear, misses and she comes right at me, never giving me a clean shot, cause the dogs are all over her. She breaks around the corner and Dennis fires from about 20yds away with a .44mag rifle, he tears a nasty gash down her back, but slows her enough the dogs catch her, and I stuck her. Calvin the whole time is cussing up a storm cause she sounded like she was gonna jump right on top of him.<grins> Ended up she had a nest full of newborns under a tree(about 2lbs), (Edited for content that may be offensive to 99% of the population) Suffice to say they are also deceased.
So for you guys that went to public school and have less than 10 fingers, we killed 10 bigger hogs and 4 confirmed little ones, but probably 8 or so in reality, we just didn't find em after the dogs had fun with them.
If you take offense at the methods employed, i'm sorry it was "For the Children" the little orphanage children that are going to be eating porkchops and sausage for a long time.
"Pig meat again, somebody please pick-up a damn armadillo or racoon, please...."
Only one really exciting moment, I heard a hog grunt as I was walking down the a creek, Calvin and Dennis on one side me on the other. Butch heard it and one of Calvins dogs and headed towards it but kept coming up dry. I told Calvin, a hog was between us somewhere. So we both head to the creek bank. Suddenly he throws up and shoots and a hog goes to squealing(10yds 000 3" mag buckshot, frontal headshot). Butch bails off the bank and grabs him, he was hiding in some overgrown roots in the water. Well he rolls butch under a couple dozen times and I am figuring it is all over for Butch so I am shucking my radio and stuff, well about this time my pup Thrash comes tearing out of the creek on a tree that fell in and jumps into some vines and hangs up, about five feet off the ground. Butch is trying to drag his half drowned butt out of the water after inhaling a couple gallons. Calvin gets a clear shot and from about 5yds sticks some buck into his head and the show was over, cept he sunk out of sight. He ends up going into fish him out and about the time he gets to where he is at, the dogs bay, right behind me, about 20' in a brushpile. I grab the 30/30 and head that way and about a 120lbs sow is standing there beating the hell out of the dogs. I go to line up a shot and Butch decides he is ok to catch her. He staggers up and tries to grab an ear, misses and she comes right at me, never giving me a clean shot, cause the dogs are all over her. She breaks around the corner and Dennis fires from about 20yds away with a .44mag rifle, he tears a nasty gash down her back, but slows her enough the dogs catch her, and I stuck her. Calvin the whole time is cussing up a storm cause she sounded like she was gonna jump right on top of him.<grins> Ended up she had a nest full of newborns under a tree(about 2lbs), (Edited for content that may be offensive to 99% of the population) Suffice to say they are also deceased.
So for you guys that went to public school and have less than 10 fingers, we killed 10 bigger hogs and 4 confirmed little ones, but probably 8 or so in reality, we just didn't find em after the dogs had fun with them.
If you take offense at the methods employed, i'm sorry it was "For the Children" the little orphanage children that are going to be eating porkchops and sausage for a long time.
In tactical terms it would be called, "Failure to stop."
, Art
