On the way home from our visit to OH for the birth of our third granddaughter we stopped to visit our daughter-in-law's parents in central PA for a couple of days.
During the day I scouted around their 300 acre farm with the quad and found several holes but no ghogs.
When Dave and his son Bryan got home from work we walked the fields of hay between the corn that got mowed this morning. One of Dave's barns is getting re-roofed and he had to go back to the house so Bryan and I kept walking. We saw on at 120 yards. It was an uphill shot and I missed. Another one popped up at 150 yards and Bryan missed the downhill shot. What's going on. We were both using our 22-250s.
Anyway, another appeared on the other side of a corn row at 155 yards. I shot and was sure I saw it fall, but there was no distinctive whack. We kept walking, but nothing showed up. When Dave got back with the quad we drove around, but did not see anything. It was time for dinner.
While we were eating dinner outside on the patio, Bryan says he sees one in the field off to the left. They tell me to go get my gun. I grab the gun, go prone find the ghog and take the shot. Miss. It's runs for the corn, then along the edge and makes a right turn headed for its hole. I'm following it with the scope and shoot again while its coming at me. Whack! Hog down at 137 yards.
After dinner I retrieve the hog with the quad. It's huge so I go get the scale. 11 lbs 4 oz. Wow. My biggest ever!!
Drove the quad with the ghog to the one I shot earlier and weighed it too. 10 lbs 4 oz. My second biggest.
After I dumped both ghogs into the holes of the 10 pounder. I look across the corn at another field and there's one sitting out in full view. I rest the gun on the quad and squeeze the trigger. Whack! DRT. Range it at 155 yds.
From there I continue to scout around on the quad. As I turn a corner from the corn to the hay, I thought I saw movement at the hole where I missed the earlier one. I decided to keep going because I knew of more holes on the other side of the hill in front of me, but there was nothing moving.
I decided to go back around to see if I could get another shot at the one I missed. I drove the quad to the bottom of the hill, parked at the corner of the field and waited.
About five or ten minutes later the ghog sticks its head out of the hole. I can see its head and some of its chest. I steady the gun on the seat and rear rack of the quad and pull the trigger. No whack and I think I see dirt fly. This would be an exact repeat of the earlier miss on this same hog. Pissed!!
I drive up to the hole and whew, it's sitting right there in the hole. Can't find any entrance or exit wound, but it's dead just the same. This one of the the last one both weigh in at 9 lbs 4 oz.
All in all it was a great day in PA! Sorry, no pics this time. Couldn't find the camera.
During the day I scouted around their 300 acre farm with the quad and found several holes but no ghogs.
When Dave and his son Bryan got home from work we walked the fields of hay between the corn that got mowed this morning. One of Dave's barns is getting re-roofed and he had to go back to the house so Bryan and I kept walking. We saw on at 120 yards. It was an uphill shot and I missed. Another one popped up at 150 yards and Bryan missed the downhill shot. What's going on. We were both using our 22-250s.
Anyway, another appeared on the other side of a corn row at 155 yards. I shot and was sure I saw it fall, but there was no distinctive whack. We kept walking, but nothing showed up. When Dave got back with the quad we drove around, but did not see anything. It was time for dinner.
While we were eating dinner outside on the patio, Bryan says he sees one in the field off to the left. They tell me to go get my gun. I grab the gun, go prone find the ghog and take the shot. Miss. It's runs for the corn, then along the edge and makes a right turn headed for its hole. I'm following it with the scope and shoot again while its coming at me. Whack! Hog down at 137 yards.
After dinner I retrieve the hog with the quad. It's huge so I go get the scale. 11 lbs 4 oz. Wow. My biggest ever!!
Drove the quad with the ghog to the one I shot earlier and weighed it too. 10 lbs 4 oz. My second biggest.
After I dumped both ghogs into the holes of the 10 pounder. I look across the corn at another field and there's one sitting out in full view. I rest the gun on the quad and squeeze the trigger. Whack! DRT. Range it at 155 yds.
From there I continue to scout around on the quad. As I turn a corner from the corn to the hay, I thought I saw movement at the hole where I missed the earlier one. I decided to keep going because I knew of more holes on the other side of the hill in front of me, but there was nothing moving.
I decided to go back around to see if I could get another shot at the one I missed. I drove the quad to the bottom of the hill, parked at the corner of the field and waited.
About five or ten minutes later the ghog sticks its head out of the hole. I can see its head and some of its chest. I steady the gun on the seat and rear rack of the quad and pull the trigger. No whack and I think I see dirt fly. This would be an exact repeat of the earlier miss on this same hog. Pissed!!
I drive up to the hole and whew, it's sitting right there in the hole. Can't find any entrance or exit wound, but it's dead just the same. This one of the the last one both weigh in at 9 lbs 4 oz.
All in all it was a great day in PA! Sorry, no pics this time. Couldn't find the camera.
