I know you boys like it when we spin a yarn on here, but I’ll keep this short and sweet because I’m exhausted. With the wifey and the estrogen gang at a condo on the beach all weekend, my not-so-masculine-yet-faithful “kill” dog, Roux, and I struck off for opening day of deer season at the camp. The weather was cold, rainy, windy, and overall just plain shitty. But we just put on rain gear and dealt with it, so it didn’t slow us down too much except for the greasy roads and trails. I planned to shoot a doe for sausage to mix with the rest of the pork meat left over from the previous marsh hunts, but of course all I saw were bucks that I didn’t feel like shooting. The law of the land being, if the buck isn’t big enough to mount, then don’t shoot it. I like that rule and stick to it. Anyway, it was close to dark and the rain was coming more sideways than down when I decided I was tired of watching the same two bucks sniff each other’s asses for the past hour and a half. So I climbed out of the box blind to have a peek across the field behind me that I didn’t have a good view of while I was in the stand. With sheets of water and the light fading fast it was hard to see all the way across the field. I was concentrating on the far edge along the timberline when all of the sudden 8 or 10 hogs came hauling balls out of the woods going left to right about 100 yards away! I flicked the safety off of Kimberly and flipped open the scope caps as I brought her to my shoulder. I settled the crosshairs upon the shoulder of the leading dark shadow quickly scooting across the field. That set the cycle in motion:

“Kaabbbblllooommmmm!!!” “Thwwwwwallppp!!” “Chinnnk!”

“Kaabbbblllooommmmm!!!” “Thwwwwwallppp!!” “Chinnnk!”

“Kaabbbblllooommmmm!!!” “Thwwwwwallppp!!” “Chinnnk!”

The porcine angels of Hog Heaven wept as Kimberly spat out her 150 grain GSHV bullets at 3,300 feet per second, laying three “eater-sized” pigs to waste. Overkill? You bet!!

It took me a second to regain my night vision after the all the muzzle flash. Light was fading fast as Big John pulled up on the meat wagon to help me collect the intruders. Unfortunately, I forgot my light and after we threw the second porkwad in the front basket of the four wheeler it obscured the headlight and we couldn’t scan the field very well. With the rain not letting up and it being slicker than snot on a doorknob, we said screw it after a perfunctory search and headed back to camp. With no help from my faithful non-hound, I found the third sour swine the next morning. It fell in plain sight just 50 yards away from each of the other two… Stevie Wonder should have been able to find it without a cane. Guess it shows how shitty and dark it got towards the end of the massacre.

Well, hope you had as much fun this weekend as we did.

Good night!







Two heart shots and one lung shot, but the latter exiting a little far back because of the angle. All of them running shots between 75 and 100 yards.

Congrats on the hogs. At least you will have some pork in the freezer.........

Bob

Nice Pigs Doc.

Great yarn, fine pix. Keep up the good work.

Best
GWB

Great story, thats what I'd call a raking shot, spare ribs are allready seperated.
What calibre is Kimberly?

Thanks fellas!

She's fed a steady diet of 300 WSM.

I finished work early today and couldn't round up my fishing buddies in time to make a trip. Guess I'll just strip out the loins and bone out the carcasses instead this afternoon.

Anybody else use those cheapo wood handled Rapala fillet knives for de-boning? Great for that purpose.

Good work!