sitting here bored. no work today. and my wife had surgery this morning. I thought of this story y'all might get a kick out of. I had a client out hog hunting. About 1 1/2 ago. run into about 10 nice meat hogs in a group. we were in the tree line. hogs out in the open. put the stalk on. got about 40 yds. Client took his shot. dropped one. the rest scattered. Nice boar come running right at us. didn't know we were there. just ran that direction. leveled my shotgun and give him 10 more feet. gonna fill his face full of buckshot. hog seen us(thought US). changed direction. I turned around and my client wasn't there??? He was up a tree. In a matter of seconds. haven't laughed that hard in awhile.
1 1/2 months ago. oh yeah. he was a yankee.
Last year, opening day of bow season, walking into stand.....Herd of hogs eating my corn . I am standing 10 yards off the road on the trail we walk in to the treestand. 100# walks out broadside, I drew back, shot the 30 yard pin instead of the 20, spined hog, it drops in its tracks. This big 200lb+ with big cutters decides he wants to vacate the area, and wants to use the trail I am standing on to do it. I moved to the side as fast as I could and he brushed me as he went by. I guess it happened so quick that he passed me and didnt realize I was there till he went by. He stops, turns around, pops his teeth, woofs at me, and turns and goes on across the road. Luckily he did not charge me. I had my pistol, but it was in my back pack. The whole time the hog I shot is laying there spinning in a circle and squealing
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