So how big do wild hogs get? I know that fattened up domestic or farm pigs get very big, but nearly 1000lbs is one huge hog!
Any genuine information appreciated, no exaggerations please, so if your're from North Queensland Australia - please don't respond lol!!
Thank-you for your time
Cameron
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Originally posted by Robert D. Lyons:
A Siberian tiger weighs between 400 to 700 pounds, depending on if it is female or male.
I know about Tigers, I'm asking about pigs!
http://www.5tigers.org - Tiger Size - " Siberian Tigers are the heaviest subspecies at 500 or more pounds (225 kg), with males heavier than females. The lightest subspecies is the Sumatran; males weigh about 250 pounds (110kg) and females around 200 pounds (90kg)"
Pig sizes please?
Try this out for size. it was shot here in Texas.
Doc
My frined shot one that weighed 450 or so.
In the Safari magazine they have down there they had pictures of a boar that weighted 800 lbs as I remember.
Well one night I was parked in a layby in the forest and trying some reconnaisance on a young female. I felt this grunt which literaly shook the whole car but seemed to come from outside. I looked out and there ambling past so close I could have reached out and touched it was this boar and it was huge, it's head and shoulders were nearly level with the base of the window. It was absolutely enormous and the power that emanated from it was incredible.
I guess they got a taste for Human flesh , from scouring the battlefields, and you had to be a bit careful when you were walking about the forest's........10
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Originally posted by RCHAPURA:
I have seen them here in Florida "feral" that will go 800+ lbs. largest presonaly taken 550 lbs.
Rchapura,
Have you hunted out off Indiantown Road (Jupiter) on the Pratt-Whitney lands? Where are the better hog hunting areas?? What do you like to use on them? Any photos?
Regards ... Nick
One of these spearing stories the guy ran the monster down on foot, stabbed it once, ran it down again and stabbed it again.
What an truly athletic and vicious pig
Sort of like punching out an obese guy and saying "I just knocked out a 500lb giant with one punch!"
A lean asian/russian 1/3 the weight of those monsters would give better sport and LESS chances to make mistakes.
My point?In my experience after 500lbs you are starting to get into fat guy territory.
Karl.
I've never taken a pig bigger than 250 lbs myself, with most in the 150-200 lb range. If you are on foot they will definitely get your attention!
Don
Karl.
It was doing Swan Lake when the guy shot it...
Seriously, the boar had been jumped and bayed by a pack of dogs. The guy said he lost three dogs before he could get up to them. The boar was not weighed, but I was raised on a farm. I'm better at judging calves than pigs (and not great at either), but I'd guess that boar weighed between 800-900 pounds on the hoof. He was lean and cat-hammed, but his back was broad and he had very massive shoulders and he was VERY long in the back. I'd say if he'd been farm-fed healthy and fat he'd have gone 1200 lbs. I did not open the jaw, but I'd say he was five years old - maybe six.
I never saw a wild pig on the hoof that would go over 400-450 lbs. Most I killed and were killed by our group were 150-200 lbs. We passed on pigs less that 100 lbs, as we were getting them strictly for sausage. We'd mix the meat and fat into our deer meat to give it some fat content and lots of "character" for the sausage.
I did hear of a South Carolina fella named D. - a friend of my twin brother's - who shot a pig that weighed an honest (later weighed) 1000 lbs on their deer lease. He was hunting alone on a weekday and couldn't load it, so he dragged it behind the truck to the blacktop where he waited for a passerby to help him. When he flagged down a slow-moving farm truck, the farmer spoke before he could. "You haven't seen my prize boar have you...."!!!
D. wound up spending the morning helping the FARMER get the pig loaded. I'll bet it was a frosty morning, too!
Don
Seriously,
I believe the original poster was talking about less domestic blooded pigs than the ones mentioned here.
Interesting the flak Aussies get claiming our wild bulls and other bovines are a real big game choice and sporting animal.
And here is an entire thread about Americans hunting pigs which look like they escaped from a piggery and in one case did!
Guys as much as I like blasting anything that moves, I think I will stick to game that can at least outrun me.
Karl.
I have heard 1000++ big scary pig stories, and I'm glad you all lived to tell your tale, but could I please stress that its size rather than apparent 'scary-ness' that I'm interested in.
Thank-you all,
Happy hunting
Cameron
The big one I saw hanging looked like a 50/50 mix of feral and Russian. He did not look like something I'd see at a county fair.
I do have one pig story (-well two. Most pig hunts are not exciting.) Many here have heard the stories, but I'll tell it anyway.
It must have been back around 1978. I was bow-hunting a friend's place in Texas for deer. I heard pigs in the creek bottom below me the first day, so I carried a 357 revolver as well as the bow in case I saw a pig.
The next day I hunted the whole morning standing beside a tree about 5 yards off a trail. I started at dawn and by 10:00 I badly needed to pee, and my legs were tired. I figured I could hold my water a little while longer, but quietly slid down to a seated position with my legs sprawled out in front of me to rest.
Sure enough after another hour (I had almost decided to give up) I heard a pig in the bottom. I laid down the bow and drew my pistol. Within ten minutes this 150 pound pig had worked her way up near me and started to pass by me on the trail.
Boom. Perfect heart shot just as she passed, in behind her right shoulder at an angle into her left shoulder. 147 grain 357 hollow point hand load at twelve feet. I had seen all the movies, so I knew she was toast. (It seemed odd she didn't fly backwards as if jerked by a string like the bad guys in the movies.) I raised the pistol to a two handed port arms in front of me to watch her death throes.
She grunted and wheeled at the shot and started towards me like a lightning bolt. By the time I got the pistol back down she was almost on me. Her inch and a half teeth looked like elephant tusks! I shot her right up the snout and she dropped with her head between the ankles of my boots.
I heaved a big sigh of relief.
I was surprised to find my pants were wet. And it hadn't rained.
I bought a 44 magnum before I went pig hunting again.
Don
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I've seen the way they can rip up dogs. I want no part of them when I'm on the ground and my legs are asleep and I can't move at all.
I don't remember being scared, I think I just focused on the main issue at hand, and let the small stuff go!
Don
Now you have to listen to my Boar story, as I read yours.
I was down hunting boar last November in Argentina. We were in the pampas region, for those of you unfamiliar with this area think of a flat area full of grass that extends for miles and miles in all directions. It is compeletly inudated witrh water, and in some areas the grass will be 6 or 7 feet tall, with a foot of water or mud at the bottom.
We would hunt on horseback, no dogs, no bait, no tree stand. The strategy was to ride into the wind and see what good Boar we could see then stalk up to them.
For the first two days the hunt was very interesting and quite exciting. I took a nice boar (great for up north) the first morning, saw Rhea (like an Emu), and the rare Pampas Deer. The next day it was my friends turn to shoot, we chased a group of pigs on the horses before he got off to shoot, he killed a monster. He hit this thing 4 times with a 7 Rem 175 Hornandy in the boiler room and it was still going. I have it on tape, the most amazing thins I ever saw, some of the rounds passed through to the skin on the pigs far side, right through the heart and the pig did nbot know he was dead. The tusks were quite spectacular and the pig dressed out around 450 lbs.
My guide and the gaucho's felt bad that I did not kill a boar that did not have tusks as big as my friends and they made me finding a monster the mission for the rest of the day.
We rode around the rest of the day and did not see any good boar so we started in. I was about 50 yards behind the guide and one of the Gaucho's and they stopped. They motioned for me to ride up to them (I don't speak spanish at all).
When I was next to them the guide (Nacho) said "is Boar", and pointed to the ground and my gun. The grass was well above the horses back, and when I got off I sank about a foot into the mud. The grass was above my head and so thick that you could not see 1' in front of you. I prepared for the stalk.
I was standing behind the horses and next to Nacho as another gaucho stood next to me. Nacho pointed to a black fur spot 15' away. Immediately things were looking bad, there I was in grass I couldn't see in with a 7 Rem Mag equipped with a Leupold 3.5-10 scope and a boar bedded down 15' away. Worse yet, I did know which part of the pig I was looking at, nor did I like the fact that I was standing behind horses (us New Yorkers figure a horse will kick you if you scare it).
Nacho looked at me and said "shoot", again I replied "shoot??", "shoot' he said and so I centered the reticle on the blck fur and pulled the trigger.
All hell broke loose, apparently there was another boar nearby, big one that didn't like us, this thing came charging by infront of us after the horses which it chased away. During this charge the pig I shot was making a crazy grunt-snort-scream sound and started after us. The weird thing about tall grass is you can't tell which direction the noise is coming from, neither can you see it.
I looked at my guide and he had a look of sheer terror in in eyes as he started to run, as I began the guy to my right opened up with his 45 as we ran away (pig hunters are probably laughing right now, at the time it seemed the thing to do).
As we ran I remebered that I had only loaded two rounds into the rifle, now I had one. I reached for the other magazine in my many pocket Filson Jacket, I could feel it but couldn't figure out which pocket it was in. After a mag change the guy who was shooting the 45 ran his gun dry threw it in the mud and drew his 12" gaucho knife (kinda like in predator).
We had run to the other side of and area about 20 feet wide that the pigs had rooted the night before, the boar looked at me with a hellish grin as it broke through the grass. One more shot through the front and he went down for good. I had never been so relieved, I though I was toast, when you run from one of those things in the papmaps, there are no dogs in the way, nor are there any trees to duck behind, it is you and the pig.
Turns out the reason it couldn't catch us was because the part i shot was its rear hip, which I completely broke. I asked the guide via and interpetor what happened later, he told me that since it was getting late and a storm was apporaching he wanted to get me another pig. When he was riding up front the gaucho saw the back of a bedded pig, all he could see was its size and its balls, so he figured what the hell.
I won't take a shot on game if I don't know hwta part of it I am shooting at ever again, lesson learned. The pig was about 350 lbs or so, with decent but far from spectacular tusks.
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