Returned late yesterday afternoon from a wedding in FLorida. Cell phone message from the golf course when we landed - a nine will be closed tomorrow, come on in. ;D Turns out it's the one nine with the longest yardage holes and is separated from the other two nines by a stream and thick woods. I bring the 223 for exercise. Grab a cart and start cruising. Here's a few shots of the golf course.
First opportunity is a big one a 355 yds. I miss.
He presents again at 180. I miss.

Second opportunity is @ 10 yds. Opened his gut like a zipper and he still tries to make it back to his hole. Check it out. The flip side is too graphic.
The next one is about 12 yds and opened a hole in its side.
On the way back to check on the first one, another is out along the woodline. 50 yds. A through and through.
Set up and wait on the first one @ 225. Miss twice.
He runs across the fairway, into a ditch. I drive over, check out it's hole. No blood. No evidence of a bullet hit. What is going on??? I follow his retreat and figure he runs under the cart path bridge. As I walk across the bridge he runs six feet behind me and into the woods. Never see him again for the rest of the day. Next time he's mine! 8)
On the way back to the cart I spot one off to the side of the downhill fairway. 180 yds. I go prone for the shot and pull the trigger. Smack! Drops with no movement at all. Yeah! My longest so far this year and with the 223. Entrance wound. No exit.
The fourth one shows up on the parallel fairway @ 206. Go prone. Pull the trigger. Another miss. :-[ A minute later it shows up on the other side of a pine tree in front of a bunker, left of the first shot. 220 yds. Pull the trigger. Miss again. I'm ticked!!!
One more time. It goes back to where we started. 206 again. Take my time. Pull the trigger. Finally!!! Hog down. Another personal best for the day. Wow!!! Entrance wound. No exit again.
I realize that all the misses were my lack of experience shooting long distance with a breeze blowing. Never figured the wind could blow the bullet that much. Now I know better. Don't know how to dope the wind, but will wait for the breeze to stop the next time I get into a similar situation.
Number six is grazing on the side of a hill at 50 yds. I use the windshield of the cart to rest the gun. Pull the trigger. DRT.
Number seven is back where I shot number one, but as I approach it runs under a pine tree. I back the cart up just far enough to see, but with a rise between us. Need to take a pee. As I sit back in the cart I find the hog is back out and moving below my line of sight. I pull forward just enough to get a bead on it and as I get the crosshairs squared up it stands up and I put it down. 50 yds. Exit wound. Can't find an entrance.
Needed to get home to cut the grass and go to a wake. Out of bullets anyway. Mixed feelings about my shooting. Disappointed with the misses. Need to figure out the wind. Happy with my longest shots so far!!!
First opportunity is a big one a 355 yds. I miss.
Second opportunity is @ 10 yds. Opened his gut like a zipper and he still tries to make it back to his hole. Check it out. The flip side is too graphic.
The next one is about 12 yds and opened a hole in its side.
On the way back to check on the first one, another is out along the woodline. 50 yds. A through and through.
Set up and wait on the first one @ 225. Miss twice.
On the way back to the cart I spot one off to the side of the downhill fairway. 180 yds. I go prone for the shot and pull the trigger. Smack! Drops with no movement at all. Yeah! My longest so far this year and with the 223. Entrance wound. No exit.
The fourth one shows up on the parallel fairway @ 206. Go prone. Pull the trigger. Another miss. :-[ A minute later it shows up on the other side of a pine tree in front of a bunker, left of the first shot. 220 yds. Pull the trigger. Miss again. I'm ticked!!!
I realize that all the misses were my lack of experience shooting long distance with a breeze blowing. Never figured the wind could blow the bullet that much. Now I know better. Don't know how to dope the wind, but will wait for the breeze to stop the next time I get into a similar situation.
Number six is grazing on the side of a hill at 50 yds. I use the windshield of the cart to rest the gun. Pull the trigger. DRT.
Number seven is back where I shot number one, but as I approach it runs under a pine tree. I back the cart up just far enough to see, but with a rise between us. Need to take a pee. As I sit back in the cart I find the hog is back out and moving below my line of sight. I pull forward just enough to get a bead on it and as I get the crosshairs squared up it stands up and I put it down. 50 yds. Exit wound. Can't find an entrance.
Needed to get home to cut the grass and go to a wake. Out of bullets anyway. Mixed feelings about my shooting. Disappointed with the misses. Need to figure out the wind. Happy with my longest shots so far!!!









