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![]() Well, there's not much to tell here. About 10:30 last night, a sounder of small-to-medium-sized hogs strolled into the pasture and mingled about. In the group were about a half dozen that seemed to be in the 40-50 pound range. There were a few that may have gone 80 and two larger (but certainly not huge) specimens. There was plenty of twilight for the Docter 8x56 scope on my 24" Van Horn .300 Savage Contender barrel, and it was my hope that a couple of these hogs would give me a chance for a double. But that never happened. Before I even decided to try a shot, something spooked them, and all but one ran to my left and out of sight. One of the larger hogs sprinted to the right and disappeared into a patch of cane poles. Fortunately, it soon decided to re-join the rest of the party and came back into view. The hog was traveling in a straight line and would pass through an open/mowed section -- and would be within 130 to 135 yards. I picked it up in the scope, followed to gauge the pace and then swung the red dot in front before tripping the trigger. The unmistakable sound of impact was reassuring, but I saw no sign of the hog...nor was I certain of the direction it may have gone. Turns out, the hog was able to make it 52 yards into some tall grass before giving up the ghost. This was the first hog to leave its tracks after taking a hit from the 150 grain Sierra Varminter at 2484 fps MV from my .300 Savage. The bullet entered tight behind the onside shoulder and exited the center of the opposite shoulder, taking out the lungs in the process. There were a couple tiny pieces of lobe along with bone chips present in the exit wound. This hog was an absolute study in stench. It had apparently been eating and rolling around in some sort of carrion and then sealed in the aroma with creek mud. As such, I made no effort to harvest any of the meat and didn't even drag home the carcass for a proper photo with my rifle. I simply went back out there this morning, shooed away all the buzzards and took a quick "proof" picture. I'd estimate the weight at 140 pounds. The performance of this Sierra 150 grain HP Varminter at moderate velocity has been nothing less than stellar so far. Bobby Μολὼν λαβέ The most important thing in life is not what we do but how and why we do it. - Nana Mouskouri | ||
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Another one shot kill by the known hog killer! Good shot Boby. George "Gun Control is NOT about Guns' "It's about Control!!" Join the NRA today!" LM: NRA, DAV, George L. Dwight | |||
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