Yeap, easy shot, 20 yards away, a nice pig crossing a 4 yards gap between two sorgum plantations, not slowly but not running quickly neither..

30-06, Noslers, hit him in the rear and never saw it again...

I am remembering again and again the moment and I can not believe how I was not able to put the shot through his shoulders...

Shit happens...

L

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Originally posted by Lorenzo:
Yeap, easy shot, 20 yards away, a nice pig crossing a 4 yards gap between two sorgum plantations, not slowly but not running quickly neither..

30-06, Noslers, hit him in the rear and never saw it again...


I am remembering again and again the moment and I can not believe how I was not able to put the shot through his shoulders...

Shit happens...

L

Shit indeed does happen! That's why they call it hunting! Have a nice glass of wine and you will get over it!

I'd like to say that I never miss, but that would be a miss-application of the truth. Drives me nuts when I do miss because I alway spend a lot of time looking for a blood trail when I could be sitting around enjoying an adult beverage and playing over in my mind what I did wrong rather that saying what Whitworth said, ie.- shit happens. In fact that may have to be my new mantra for my old age. WWWS-SH --What would Whitworth say, shit happens.
And as to a glass of wine, as Whitworth suggests, my motto is "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
GWB

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Originally posted by Geedubya:
I'd like to say that I never miss, but that would be a miss-application of the truth. Drives me nuts when I do miss because I alway spend a lot of time looking for a blood trail when I could be sitting around enjoying an adult beverage and playing over in my mind what I did wrong rather that saying what Whitworth said, ie.- shit happens. In fact that may have to be my new mantra for my old age. WWWS-SH --What would Whitworth say, shit happens.
And as to a glass of wine, as Whitworth suggests, my motto is "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
GWB

LOL!! You flatter me Geedubya! I lost one last summer as well -- shit did happen!

Miss. Me. Never. Bitter pill indeed.

If a person hunts long enough and hard enough and under enough different conditions, they will miss or wound something and lose it.

That is a fact of life, and when someone tells me they have never missed or shot and lost an animal, I just ease myself out of the conversation and move along.

Shit happening just makes us try harder the next go round, or should. JMO.

Tough Luck Lorenzo, I will drink a cold cerveza to your learning experience, and another to your Good Luck on your next hunt.

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Originally posted by Crazyhorseconsulting:
If a person hunts long enough and hard enough and under enough different conditions, they will miss or wound something and lose it.

Yep, that is right.

Your story reminds me of a pig I shot many years ago. A very unique pig, interesting colors. I shot him next to a pig trap, never recovered him. I thought it was a perfect shot (30-06)

A few weeks later I caught some pigs in that trap.

He was one of them. His wound was still seeping a bit, turns out the shot was a bit far back.

Dang those things can be tough at times.

Lorenzo, do not worry too much. Where there is one pig, there are LOTS more. You may have missed out on some good eatin with that one. But it will only sharpen your aim the next time.

Keith

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Originally posted by Wendell Reich:

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Originally posted by Crazyhorseconsulting:
If a person hunts long enough and hard enough and under enough different conditions, they will miss or wound something and lose it.

Yep, that is right.

Your story reminds me of a pig I shot many years ago. A very unique pig, interesting colors. I shot him next to a pig trap, never recovered him. I thought it was a perfect shot (30-06)

A few weeks later I caught some pigs in that trap.

He was one of them. His wound was still seeping a bit, turns out the shot was a bit far back.

Dang those things can be tough at times.

Thats similar to this pig, first I shot him with a bow from 10 meters, thought the shot was perfect but spent hours searching for him with out luck. Sulked about it for weeks, then Got this guy with dogs about 2 k's away, you can see where the arrow went in, and also the damage it did to his lung and liver, but he was as healthy as if he'd been unhurt.

I just received a phone call. The man in charge of the farm find a big pig dead near the place I told him I have wounded one two days earlier...

What a pity all that meat spoiled...

L

sorry to hear that.. i share your pain.. i feel sick when we can't recover an animal that someone, no matter who, decided to shoot

Lorenzo,
I feel your pain. Last year I was at my lease. I had pix on my game cam of a boar that was bigger than the one I recently posted. I had set up a ground blind the day before and put out some corn and jello. That morning I refreshed the bait. I got set up about two hours before Dark in my ground blind. Right at 100 yd shot. I was sitting on a camp stool and was using shooting sticks. However, it started raining pretty hard. It was cold and miserable. The ground blind does not have a center pole for a peak. So all the water runs to the center. As you would guess, there is only enough room in the ground blind to sit under the center. So water is continuously dripping down into my eyes or on my head. I had a stainless synthetic rifle that was kinda slippery. Anyway this big boar came out just before dark. I put the rifle on the shooting sticks and snicked off the safety and drew a bead on him just below the ear. I usually place the points of the shooting sticks just at the insole of my hunting boots to keem them from slipping. Well somehow just before I squeezed the trigger the sticks slipped and so did the rifle. Boom. After recovering from the recoil, the hog was gone. I waited about 10 minutes and got out of the ground blind. I always carry a flashlight and a blood tracking light. I looked for about an hour but no blood. Man I was pissed off. This was probably one of the biggest hogs I had ever shot at and did he have some cutters. Well no bragging rights that day. I came back the next morning to look. Couldn't strike a blood trail then either.
Two weeks later when I came back one of the other hunters told me about a hog he shot. He said something was wrong with it but he shot it anyway. Turned out it was the hog I shot. When my gun slipped it pulled my shot off enough where it blew his lower jaw off and he could not eat. Had lost a lot of weight. Since he was not fit for eating my buddy dragged him off the the bone yard. Here is a picture about two weeks after his demise. Boy I sure would have liked to got the tusks. When I came back to get him a couple of weeks later there was nothing there.

These pictures will give you a sense of what a brute he was. He had been dead for at least two weeks when these were taken
GWB

What a set of cutters!!!!

Keith

Wow, what a beast!