Although my health hasn't allowed me to stray far from the house lately, I didn't have to go anywhere to pop this little piggie.

A sounder came out just before dark, so I slipped out the door, used the edge of the tailgate to rest my off-hand on and pulled the trigger on about 45 pounds of prime pork.

The 6.5 Bullberry IMP did its job perfectly on the 210 yard target, taking it halfway up the vertical shoulder line and exiting somewhat violently, leaving a fifty-cent-piece-sized gap as it parted company with the piggie.

It would have been an easier shot had I thought to grab a sand bag on the way out, but all's well that ends well -- and the bullet still went where I intended.

Bobby--sounds like the pigs are getting suicidal around Shiner now--good shooting!!!

Thats pretty cool. How many can say the've shot dinner within sight of their oven?

Nice work and ice shooting, Bobby -- as usual! That damn 6.5 in your hands is one killin' machine!

I hope you start feeling better.

Very nice Bobby. I'm sure you and that killing machine will be ready when that bunch stops by to visit again!

Matt