Went on a hogging recon trip yesterday just to check the status of hay fields. It's knee high and they still have not cut the alfalfa. The weather was not great, low 50's, windy, overcast, a day I would almost never choose to go hogging. However having cabin fever, I need to get out.
One field has a long tree line with a long embarkment in front of it. I setup, not expecting much but hoping to catch one on or crossing the embankment to access to the alfalfa. After over two hours of no action, I decided to head home. One last time I scanned the alfalfa in front of the embankment. I saw one feeding. It was well obscured, no way to take an ethical shot so I waited. When his belly was full, he headed up the embankment giving me a clear shot, 242 yards, very makable with my Weatherby Super Varmint Master, 223 Rem.
He stopped near the top, providing a safe backstop so I sent a 50 Nosler BT. He rolled down the embankment into the high alfalfa out of sight. But the shot didn't feel right, it felt like I dipped the rifle on the sticks shooting low (First mistake!) but nevertheless the hog "seemed" done it. Second mistake! I decided to stay having some "success" focusing on the other side of the tree line. Third mistake!
About 15 minutes later I glanced over to the far side of the tree line where I had shot previously and saw a hog climbing the embankment. By the time I got into position, he was over the top. Upon inspection, I found a blood trail leading over the embankment into the tree line. I tracked the blood trail to his hole in the tree line - no hog visible. I hate to wound them and kicked myself for the stupid mistakes; first a poor shot, second, assuming the hog was done it, and third, not periodically watching that side of the embankment prepared to make a follow up shot. For a veteran varmint hunter - I made rookie mistakes. Shame on me. Maybe it's time for a new hobby, baiting and shooting flies at the range off the bench.
One field has a long tree line with a long embarkment in front of it. I setup, not expecting much but hoping to catch one on or crossing the embankment to access to the alfalfa. After over two hours of no action, I decided to head home. One last time I scanned the alfalfa in front of the embankment. I saw one feeding. It was well obscured, no way to take an ethical shot so I waited. When his belly was full, he headed up the embankment giving me a clear shot, 242 yards, very makable with my Weatherby Super Varmint Master, 223 Rem.
He stopped near the top, providing a safe backstop so I sent a 50 Nosler BT. He rolled down the embankment into the high alfalfa out of sight. But the shot didn't feel right, it felt like I dipped the rifle on the sticks shooting low (First mistake!) but nevertheless the hog "seemed" done it. Second mistake! I decided to stay having some "success" focusing on the other side of the tree line. Third mistake!
About 15 minutes later I glanced over to the far side of the tree line where I had shot previously and saw a hog climbing the embankment. By the time I got into position, he was over the top. Upon inspection, I found a blood trail leading over the embankment into the tree line. I tracked the blood trail to his hole in the tree line - no hog visible. I hate to wound them and kicked myself for the stupid mistakes; first a poor shot, second, assuming the hog was done it, and third, not periodically watching that side of the embankment prepared to make a follow up shot. For a veteran varmint hunter - I made rookie mistakes. Shame on me. Maybe it's time for a new hobby, baiting and shooting flies at the range off the bench.
