Badger Matt
Single-Sixer
Man did we have fun. It was a preserve hunt 2.5 hours away and we found challenge enough to get the heart rates up a few times.
My hog was a gimme. He was running away from our hunting partner and completely unaware of our presence. I shot him with my '62 SBH as he ran by us at 5 yards. He hit the ground and quickly expired - 186 lbs of pure fun.
Chad shot his hog with a Marlin .35 Remington my father passed down to me. I shot a few hogs and deer with it. Chad doesn't know it yet, but right before he calls his grandfather tomorrow...I'm passing the rifle down to the boy.
Chad's first hog was shot from a ground blind a few years ago; his second was taken over dogs. He said he wanted to stalk his next hog, this one, and give it a chance to come at him. His first shot was at 25 or so yards on a relaxed hog walking down a sandy trail. The hog stumbled, got up, and made a bee-line for Chad. He jacked in another shell and flattened the hog 5-7 yards off the muzzle as it "charged" him. I was more than pleased with the lad's coolness under pressure. His pig weighed in at 117 lbs.
Our hunting buddy's son wounded a hog - shot in the bottom jaw. We went back out with him and the guide while the other hogs were being butchered. I was fortunate enough to get within 30 yards of him and shoot him as he ran across an opening. The shot, admittedly a bit lucky, took him through the heart and he ran 30-40 yards before running into a tree - graveyard dead.
My hog was a gimme. He was running away from our hunting partner and completely unaware of our presence. I shot him with my '62 SBH as he ran by us at 5 yards. He hit the ground and quickly expired - 186 lbs of pure fun.
Chad shot his hog with a Marlin .35 Remington my father passed down to me. I shot a few hogs and deer with it. Chad doesn't know it yet, but right before he calls his grandfather tomorrow...I'm passing the rifle down to the boy.
Chad's first hog was shot from a ground blind a few years ago; his second was taken over dogs. He said he wanted to stalk his next hog, this one, and give it a chance to come at him. His first shot was at 25 or so yards on a relaxed hog walking down a sandy trail. The hog stumbled, got up, and made a bee-line for Chad. He jacked in another shell and flattened the hog 5-7 yards off the muzzle as it "charged" him. I was more than pleased with the lad's coolness under pressure. His pig weighed in at 117 lbs.
Our hunting buddy's son wounded a hog - shot in the bottom jaw. We went back out with him and the guide while the other hogs were being butchered. I was fortunate enough to get within 30 yards of him and shoot him as he ran across an opening. The shot, admittedly a bit lucky, took him through the heart and he ran 30-40 yards before running into a tree - graveyard dead.
