Post by Burnston on Dec 25, 2020 18:20:16 GMT -5
A while back I had a fight on my hands with a pretty big boar, equipped with an m28 .357 Smith, (https://singleactions.proboards.com/thread/28883/hard-fought .) Though the job was done, it was a struggle, and by no means my proudest moment.
After overfeeding and over hay'ing the herds yesterday, I was able to take the day off. In celebration of this, I took to the woods to see what none sense any hogs might be inflicting across an otherwise peaceful spread. While on foot, my general method for hunting them down is taking to the creek bottoms. As I hear them rooting, I will climb the steep bank and have at them. Today's encounter was one of those that inspires stiff hair on the back of one's neck. I poked my head over the bank and came within momentary eye contact of a large sow. I'd already shucked my wheelgun, and she was dead instantly. This prompted an abrupt dispersion among the remaining herd. I was able to take two more on the run before all target opportunities absconded. Each took one 260gr 429421 and gave up the ghost. The object of their object of demise was the ever familiar m21 .44spl, which I've posted about several times. All sows, the largest weighing at about 120. The other two, 75 and lower.
Note: Two problems with this hunt-
1. I was equipped with a rifle as a small token of "just-in-case" insurance. It's presence invalidates this as an exclusive handgun hunt, even if it wasn't used. However, having experience large herds in close quarters, one can never be "too armed." Luckily, in this case, it was unnecessary.
2. This may be the first time I've ever been photographed in a ball cap. I cannot explain how this makes me feel; unsettled?
After overfeeding and over hay'ing the herds yesterday, I was able to take the day off. In celebration of this, I took to the woods to see what none sense any hogs might be inflicting across an otherwise peaceful spread. While on foot, my general method for hunting them down is taking to the creek bottoms. As I hear them rooting, I will climb the steep bank and have at them. Today's encounter was one of those that inspires stiff hair on the back of one's neck. I poked my head over the bank and came within momentary eye contact of a large sow. I'd already shucked my wheelgun, and she was dead instantly. This prompted an abrupt dispersion among the remaining herd. I was able to take two more on the run before all target opportunities absconded. Each took one 260gr 429421 and gave up the ghost. The object of their object of demise was the ever familiar m21 .44spl, which I've posted about several times. All sows, the largest weighing at about 120. The other two, 75 and lower.
Note: Two problems with this hunt-
1. I was equipped with a rifle as a small token of "just-in-case" insurance. It's presence invalidates this as an exclusive handgun hunt, even if it wasn't used. However, having experience large herds in close quarters, one can never be "too armed." Luckily, in this case, it was unnecessary.
2. This may be the first time I've ever been photographed in a ball cap. I cannot explain how this makes me feel; unsettled?
