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Post by jwp475 on Feb 11, 2020 9:32:10 GMT -5
James that's a nice hog you got with the 41
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Post by bigbrowndog on Feb 11, 2020 12:09:01 GMT -5
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Post by leftysixgun on Feb 11, 2020 13:26:37 GMT -5
Thats a hairy porker
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Post by willicd on Feb 12, 2020 14:06:13 GMT -5
I believe the 2 massive hogs in this thread are a couple of generations away from being feral. I deal with these pigs every day, and as whitworth stated, a true 300# wild hog is an absolute monster.
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Post by cas on Feb 12, 2020 21:53:21 GMT -5
I've shot one pig... a raised and released Russian boar. First shot was at about 50 yards, a 465gr .512" SWC at close to 1350fps. Smack dab through the center of the lungs. He was thoroughly unimpressed with those numbers. lol It took a few more steps and turned around. I fired again and hit him high, above the spine. It cut a groove in his back that you could look down in and see bones in the spine. Again, unimpressed, it ran around for several more minutes seemly unbothered by the large holes in his important parts. I was able to get ahead of him as he ran down hill. Put one between his neck and shoulders and he plowed a furrow with his nose and barely moved again.
Took lots of pictures. None of which I can show you. The roll of film is still in my desk drawer, undeveloped. Came home from the trip on Monday, September 10th 2001. The next day the hunt and the pictures didn't seem too important any more.
Two of the guys with me were NYPD officers. The one, my brother in law, who was one of my best friends and hunting partner, died some years later from a 9/11 related illness. I see the roll of film all the time. I'm still torn about trying to get the film developed or not.
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Post by bradshaw on Feb 12, 2020 22:19:33 GMT -5
I've shot one pig... a raised and released Russian boar. First shot was at about 50 yards, a 465gr .512" SWC at close to 1350fps. Smack dab through the center of the lungs. He was thoroughly unimpressed with those numbers. lol It took a few more steps and turned around. I fired again and hit him high, above the spine. It cut a groove in his back that you could look down in and see bones in the spine. Again, unimpressed, it ran around for several more minutes seemly unbothered by the large holes in his important parts. I was able to get ahead of him as he ran down hill. Put one between his neck and shoulders and he plowed a furrow with his nose and barely moved again. Took lots of pictures. None of which I can show you. The roll of film is still in my desk drawer, undeveloped. Came home from the trip on Monday, September 10th 2001. The next day the hunt and the pictures didn't seem too important any more. Two of the guys with me were NYPD officers. The one, my brother in law, who was one of my best friends and hunting partner, died some years later from a 9/11 related illness. I see the roll of film all the time. I'm still torn about trying to get the film developed or not. ***** cas.... the story you paint warrants processing the film. The older the film gets, the more brittle it becomes. And who knows how stabile the chemistry is. The rough & tumble years roll by with little or no archival record. In retrospect that is a loss. Find someone who can process the film or consult folks in the photography section at a museum. David Bradshaw
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Post by bigbrowndog on Feb 12, 2020 22:24:41 GMT -5
I agree with David, seeing your best friend again will like.y bring a smile to your face as you recollect the good memories.
Trapr
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Post by drycreek on Feb 20, 2020 15:22:26 GMT -5
I kill a lot of feral hogs, but mostly with an AR15 topped with a night vision scope. In East Texas, although I cannot deny that it’s fun, the hogs we kill are mostly in self defense. By that I mean that they are so destructive, it’s about killing hogs, not necessarily hunting them. The rifle at night gets many more hogs than any method of hunting in the daytime. I do trap also, at home on my 80 acres, as well as our 350 acre deer lease. The hogs here are mostly trap shy, but I catch some every now and then. I also kill them while deer hunting. I can’t hardly not shoot one any time I get the chance. To the point of handguns on hogs, I’d like to tell a little story that happened last year about this time. It wasn’t funny at the time, but I can laugh about it now.
My trap on our deer lease is a 40’ round trap with a 5’x8’ drop gate. The trigger is a small auto tire filled with soured corn. A cable is attached to the tire leading to a pin under the gate. Hog roots tire, cable pulls pin, gate falls, hogs are trapped. At least that’s how it’s supposed to work. One morning last April or May I went to the lease to pull sd cards, look at food plots, and check my trap. I was on my Polaris Ranger and my faithful companion Sarge, ( my Jack Russell Terrorist ), was with me of course. As we rounded the corner I could see the trap door was open so I was prepared to just turn around and attend to my other chores. When I pulled up to the trap though, there were two boar hogs in the trap, one about 120/130 lb., the other closer to 150 lb., they just hadn’t tripped the trigger. Now my first thought was to put the Ranger in the gate opening, calmly get out and use my S&W .40 caliber Shield to shoot those two boars. Sarge, however, had other ideas. He thought it would be grand to chase, bite, and otherwise terrorize those two hogs, either of which would make three or four of him. Evidently he had that thought a nanosecond before I had mine, because he launched off the Ranger seat while I was still in the planning stage. He was suddenly in the pen, chasing and biting the hogs on their hind legs and butts. To say I was scared for his safety would be an understatement because he is like our child. In his ten years he has been my constant companion anywhere I can take him. So.....picture this in your mind. Two large boar hogs, one 32 pound JRT in a 40’ pen, barking, grunting, growling, and squealing. The whole crew making circles as I draw my Shield, scream and cuss at Sarge, he won’t come out or even look my way. One hog hits the cable, the gate slams shut, now my baby is in the pen and the gate is closed ! My blood pressure goes up 20 points, I’m shaking with concern for my pup, and he couldn’t care less. I start shooting......remember the scenario. The pen is too tall to shoot over, I have to shoot between the 4”x4” squares, so I start ventilating hogs as they pass by while trying to keep Sarge in my peripheral vision. I’m drawing blood but not making killing shots. Finally I get one of them sufficiently weak enough that he lays down and about that time the biggest one decides he’s had enogh and turns on Sarge. Well, he ain’t quick enough because Sarge can scoot when he needs too ! I notice blood on Sarge but discover later it’s not his, but my blood pressure goes up another 20 points. I finally get .Sarge to look at me, raise the gate a little and he gets out. Whew ! My blood pressure goes down a little but my hands are still shaking. By this time, the last boar is tired and weak from blood loss and running, and lays down in an erect position with his feet under him. I ease around to get closer and he commences to pop his teeth so I know he’s still got it in him to charge. That’s ok, he can’t get to me and will probably turn at the last secong and I’ll pop him when he turns. He charges with a grunt and bounces off the fence, and I shoot a nice .40 caliber hole through his ear. He’s woozy by now and sways to a stop where I put my LAST BULLET in his ear. Dammitboy ! I used the seven in the pistol and a 6 round mag. The whole thing lasted 6-8 minutes I guess. Wish I had that on video. ........
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Post by silcott on Feb 21, 2020 9:41:19 GMT -5
You guys are driving me crazy. I’ve gotta find a place to hog hunt.
Justin
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Post by x101airborne on Feb 24, 2020 9:28:15 GMT -5
drycreek, I can picture all that VIVIDLY in my head. Glad your buddy got out ok.
When I took leave from the Army I brought one of my most reliable friends home with me. He was from Washington state and had never seen hogs in the wild. We hunted and trapped for 6 days and on the 7th day it rained like Noah's flood. We accepted defeat from the hogs and went to the ranch to close traps and try a little squirrel hunting. Back then we did not have ATV's on the ranch so it was all on foot. We were carrying 410 shotguns without a slug between us. As we walk up to the trap, we notice the door is shut and there is a mastodon of a hog in it. As we are standing there trying to figure out what in the world we are going to do, the hog walks up nearest to us and puts both front feet on the top of a 5 foot tall cattle panel as if to say "Boys, we can do this the easy way, or the REAL easy way." I look over at my buddy and slip the K-Bar out of its sheath and try to hand it to him. I will not repeat verbatim what he told me (called me), but sufficive to say he responded in the negative. A mile walk back to the truck; thank GOD I had an old Mauser in a case under the seat with 5 rounds in it. We shot it in the neck for an instant death (we wanted to keep the skull). Now both of us were fresh back from our second deployment and super fit. Even with ropes we had the devil of a time even getting the hog on the deck of the batwing shredder (bush hog to some). We used the tractor to rope it up in a tree and load it in the truck. Back at the house all we had was a 400 pound cotton scale and it was bottomed out before the shoulders were off the ground. I have never killed a bigger hog and I have killed thousands.
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Post by gator89 on Feb 24, 2020 13:53:13 GMT -5
40+ years ago my brother had caught a nice gilt in a trap and wanted/needed to transfer it to a feeder pen to fattenit for a bar b q. The pig weighed 50 - 60 pounds. The problem was the trap had a full top on it to keep big hogs from climbing out.
So, my brother enlisted my help. My brother's plan was to crawl in and corner the pig. My job was to grab the pig's tail through a square in a panel and hold on while he tied the gate/trapdoor open. Then big brother planned to grab the back legs of the pig and drag her out to be placed in a small stock traiier.
So, brother enters the trap, on hands and knees, pin is only 4 feet or so tall. Pig backs up to fence, I grab her tail with both hands. Brother turns to open the gate and I have a pig by the tail. The pig sees the daylight of the open gate and puts every ounce of strength she has into pulling away. Suddenly there is a SNAP and I almost fall over backwards while yelling at my brother to look out. The hog rushes past and is bounding across a field to the safety of the woods, my brother yells, &@$£€₩£%=$$$@@###, why did you let her go. I reply, I did not let her go and showed him the tail that pig left behind. She pulled her tail off to get away.
Oh the memories of the adventures and misadventures we had growing up country.
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Post by jfs on Feb 24, 2020 18:17:18 GMT -5
Here are a couple of the bigger hogs I've shot over the years. Keep in mind that in the wild, a 200-lb hog is a good hog and a 300 pounder is a rarity. These were shot in North Carolina. where in NC did you shoot these wild hogs???
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Post by x101airborne on Feb 24, 2020 20:04:31 GMT -5
Pigs look so much bigger in the field than they do on the scale, lemme tell ya. I cannot count the times we have killed one and say "Oh it has GOT to be near 300". Weigh it and it is 180. An honest (by scale, not by guess) 250 is a grand hog on the ground. I believe (and this is just my thinking, not proven fact) that by the time they get to anywhere near 300 pounds they go sterile. I almost always kill a near 300 pound hog alone; no sounder with it. And it is truly rare.
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Post by whitworth on Feb 25, 2020 9:52:00 GMT -5
where in NC did you shoot these wild hogs??? Johnston County -- pretty much Franchise's backyard. I'm surprised the two of you all haven't hunted them in North Carolina in the wild.
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Post by whitworth on Feb 25, 2020 10:38:02 GMT -5
Pigs look so much bigger in the field than they do on the scale, lemme tell ya. I cannot count the times we have killed one and say "Oh it has GOT to be near 300". Weigh it and it is 180. An honest (by scale, not by guess) 250 is a grand hog on the ground. I believe (and this is just my thinking, not proven fact) that by the time they get to anywhere near 300 pounds they go sterile. I almost always kill a near 300 pound hog alone; no sounder with it. And it is truly rare. You are so right. Look at the hog in the photo below. Big hog isn't it? I know the weight, but would be curious to hear what the members think the weight is before I reveal it.
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