Thread: Finally Daytime Movement

Checked the game cam today and had a nice buck hanging around and a couple of does. Most was evening time. Cant wait to get back in the woods, finally some cold weather to get'em moving!

I am tagged out on my place, been a good year for meat......never saw the first buck, but never spent much time looking......good luck on your hunting

Originally Posted by ironman172

I am tagged out on my place, been a good year for meat......never saw the first buck, but never spent much time looking......good luck on your hunting

Thanks! Man I'm jealous of you! I have only seen one doe this year and had to pass on her because she never gave me a clear shot.. Glad you filled the freezer this year.

I started the New Year real good. Yesterday evening, I got to hunt a food plot I'd been waiting on for a long time since it requires a north wind. I wanted, at least, a doe for the freezer, but I was being stymied by my own rules---on the plot were a spike, a knothead, a doe with a baby that was obviously born late, and a next year's five point. There's a lot of season left, so I wasn't going to shoot any of them.

Suddenly, all the deer's heads went up looking back to the southwest, then they all took off in the opposite direction. Oh, boy! I was pretty sure what was about to happen and had my rifle on go when the hogs came in at a run. It was really too much of a "good thing" since there were over twenty in the sounder, about half of them little ones. I didn't count them. I was too busy picking out my primary target and she was easy to spot---biggest one there. When she paused, I sent 140 grains of kerblooey through her shoulders and she dropped. The rest scattered like quail, but one small boar was a little unsure of his destination, so I led him just a hair in front of his chest and the Lord called him home. Another pig reversed field and came running back across the plot, giving me time to swing on him with the perfect lead, but he slammed on brakes just as I shot and I expect the bullet must have burned his nose from the fit he had before he took off again. Most of the hogs had run off into the woods on the far side of the plot, and I was able to make out one more swine shape back in the shadows---I shot the shadow's shoulder and saw a flurry of activity but no more shots presented, and that was a good thing because I was empty. I was shooting a Ruger American Compact (youth) in 7mm-08, using handloads and an aftermarket Timney trigger, in case you're interested.

Now, let me reign in my overwhelming modesty and speak with a modicum of pride. The first shot was at 90 yards, not much of a challenge, but the two subsequent shots were at 100+ yards on moving targets and the last was a 125 yard quickie through a hole in the brush. I had two dead pigs lying in the plot and was fairly confident of my last shot, and when I walked out to where the last hog had been there was no body, but since I hadn't seen a band of little piggie angels come down and fly off with the corpse, I figured I should start looking for a blood trail----and there it was, a heavy one. Naturally, the hog ran straight down hill, and by this time it was late enough for me to use my flashlight and start dropping toilet paper markers on the blood trail. The trail was easy to follow and was so heavy I was surprised the hog had run this far. About fifty yards down the hill, I head a hog grunt up ahead of me and I stopped to take a good look through the brush, I heard a rustle to my left and caught motion from the corner of my eye.

If you were raised on a farm and raised hogs, you are probably familiar with the term "hogpile", but I was not. Now I understand it, (and it's another word Pier#r can have free of charge.) I had shot the mama hog, and all eight of her brood had piled on top of her when she rooted her way off this mortal coil. They weren't little bitty ones, either, at least the one I shot was a good twelve to fourteen pounds. All the rest ran away to join the circus, or to man the portals of Hell, or whatever.

The bullet kind of made a mess of the piglet, so I left it there and dragged the sow back to the jeep. I was able to lift the smallest hog into the back of the Jeep, but had to use my little block and tackle to load the other two. The Jeep bottomed out on the rear springs a couple of times on the way out. I just couldn't bring myself to spend the rest of the evening cleaning them, so I found some folks up the road who were glad to get the makings of a good barbeque.

I guess this is something else to add to my New Year's list: Kill more hogs.

Happy New Year, y'all, and Roll Tide!

"quickie through a hole in the brush"

Originally Posted by chillinfish

"quickie through a hole in the brush"

And proud of it, you terrible, nasty old man. I just hate it when people think the same way I do.

Great hunt and story Mr. WIRE, just like I was there witnessing it......your neighbors sure do reap the benefits and your generousity of your fishing and hunting harvest's

Originally Posted by Haywire

And proud of it, you terrible, nasty old man. I just hate it when people think the same way I do.

Yeah, you "hogpiled" that sucka! ;-) LOL

Nice work Haywire!!