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Originally posted by butchlambert:
OK, How is this?


I've got a handfull of cows in the woods... A few days ago I left the gap open to try and trap them out on the prairie. I drove down this evening and saw most of the woods bunch out in the open country with the others.. I left the truck about 1/2 mile from the gap and went on ''afoot''... Went through the gap and was closing it thinking, ''I got 'em trapped.'' About then I looked down the creek about 600 yards and saw 3 or 4 cows, shit !! So I laid the gap back open and decided to loop around those 3 or 4 and see if I could get behind them.. I struck out through the woods intent on getting back in a few hundred yards so the cows wouldn't see or hear me. After making a loop of maybe 3/4 of a mile I started edging back towards the creek.. When I got to the opening I saw a few bucks come out of the creek, they'd been watering in a pothole.. One of them was pretty fair, the others just mullets. Didn't see the cows but decided to walk on up the creek another few hundred yards thinking I might see a pig in another mud hole farther up the creek.. When I got to the spot where I thought the mud hole was I eased up to the edge of the bank so I could see down into the creek bottom. Immediatly I saw where some hogs had been laying up in the slurry. When I scanned the creek bottom up towards where I was standing I was shocked to see a hog laying in the mud directly below me! From the bank I was standing on down to the pig was about 20 yards. I stood there thinking, ''that sob died right there in mudhole''.. Almost instantly I thought, no, and stood looking for an ear to twitch, anything that would tell me he was alive.
About that time he exploded out of his muddy bed and hooked 'em up the creek bank. I had the .223 slung on my shoulder so grabbed it and tried to get on the scalding hog. He was just too close to see through the 14 power scope so I just swung on him like I was shooting a shotgun. When I pulled the trigger he rolled but I was working the bolt to chamber a fresh round not having a clue where it hit him.. He regained his footing and took off for the woods again. This time I was able to find him in the scope and popped him behind the shoulder, he went down for the count !
Yep, the .223 with the 45 grain TSX's running 3,850 is hell on wheels !!!!!!



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