If I tell you the story of my first hog hunt, you might feel better.
We were invited to a cousin’s 70th birthday surprise party. It was being held at their “cabin” on a private hunting ranch, just east of Dallas, Texas. At the party, some of the men were talking about doing a hunt the next day and I was invited to join them.
The next morning at 6, I was handed a 700 in 243 and a 1911(“just in case”).
We climbed on 4 wheelers for a short 30 minute ride to “our area”. About 6 hours of hiking thru the Texas heat went by before we finally found a small pack of hogs. We managed to sneak up to within 50 feet of them in the thick brush. I had my crosshairs on the eye of a big sow when all of a sudden, the guy 50 feet to my right opens up with his semi auto. I tried to find a good shot in the resulting melee’, but those hogs were moving too fast and the brush was too thick. When the smoke cleared we discovered that none of the twenty shots the guy fired had hit anything.We hiked for three more hours and never saw another hog.
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There are two things I hate when hunting....an idiot that blasts away at game is the one I cannot stand the most and a very close second is when you shoot something, see what looks like it should be a good hit and have the animal run off out of sight. These days I base what I put into a custom rifle around the bullet I intend to use.
My first hog hunt was for a Russian and pretty uneventful. The guide said "you must hit front arm, break front arm...do not shoot behind shoulder like deer" "This is boar, not deer". I was lucky enough to see mine coming thru the woods before it saw me. He stopped and I hit the front arm with a Speer Hot-Cor. He flopped and didn't move again.