The day started with a 15hour drive to the honey hole,we arrived about 0400,unloaded the truck and Papa Tucci's atv,we decided to walk down and check the feeders,as we were walking the sun was just breaking through the swamp,the water was misting and the blue jays were makeing a fuss,could hear morning dove calling and even an old bull gator roared,life was good. We found the feeders about 0500 and they were about half full,and tracks every where,we vered off and went to walk the river bank,we had moved about 70yards when Tucci shot,the air was heavy and it took awhile for the smoke to clear,when it did we found her laying about 20 yards futher on,I stayed while Tucci went back for the atv,I knew it would take awhile because he goes out the same way he came in SLOW,I was watching the back trails when I saw a sow and her brood cross,so i hunkered down behind Tucci's pig and layed the 450 across he back,about 15-20 minutes went by and heard the pig coming, it was rooting along,as he stepped into the path he stopped and looked down the path,and started shuffleing toward me, at about 25 or 30yards I put one round just under his chin,and it just slamed him back on his back side,as i was about to put another into him I realized he was dead sitting up,latter when Tucci showed up we hooked both pigs to the gamble and then to the triple tree and towed them back to the truck.While at the area to field clean them Tucci looked up and yelled at me to shoot that pig,I grabed the 450 and looked,75 or 80 yards down the path was one standing there,I don't think it even knew we were there,as it turned to go I put one into its side ahead of the rear leg and behind the rib cage,it hunched up took 10 or12 steps and dropped,i walked over to check it and it was stone dead.We finished up cleaning the three and ourselfs and had lunch,now you have to picture a redneck and a southern Italian at luhch,,Tucci had me set up the folding table,with table cloth and folding chairs,he set the table,with iced cold tea, ravoil and garic sauce,meatballs and cheeze and potatoe rolls,damn it was good, along about 1500 we headed back into the swamp,I told him I was takeing the 8bore,his only worry was weather i was strong enough to tote it,we didn't see another pig untill a hour before sunset, Tucci saw him and told me to shoot.I kneeled and layed the barrel across the sticks and touched her off,even over the boom of that cannon I heard the round ball hit,it sounded just like some one had hit a side of beef with an axe handle.It was time for the atv again,and once again back at the truck Tucci was smileing,he told me he hadn't seen me have that much fun in a long time,as we were sitting on the tailgate we saw a bobcat crossing the open path he stopped as if to look at us and I swear he nodded to say well done and then slinked off into the reeds.
Rifles
Ruger 450 Nitro 3 1/4" 80grains,5grains filler and a 570 hardcast and checked slug,2nd load was 82.5 grains/3gain filler and a 450 WFN hardcast and checked slug
Pacific Arms 8bore/ 315 grains FF black,over powder wad, .15ticking and a 950 grain round ball
12bore, Army&Navy single bore, don't know Tucci's load
[ 06-22-2003, 07:23: Message edited by: Dave James ]