My surprise piggy kill

Smitty357

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As I was walking to my stand on Saturday evening, minding my own business. All of a sudden i'm about to be gored to death by this huge sow whom caught me by surprise. Now heres the kicker.......

She was so close to me that i literally didnt think i could get my rifle off my shoulder fast enough and scope her before she got me. I'm also in the middle of field with no trees anywhere near me to climb (or else i would have done just that). So you guessed it, i drew my CCW the Shield .40 and took my defensive training into action. She was within 15 or so feet from me when i sent one round into her head.

Boom, she laid over with her nerves kicking a bit. Now thats how u take down a sow that weighed in a little under 300lbs.

Bacon anyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 
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I'm not sure which is more impressive, your composed reaction or your precise shot. That's a great 300lb hog.
 
I'm glad that ended well for you.

The range isn't surprising. In the Russian survey of handgun use against bears, most shots were very close, many within a couple of meters. (See Saxon Pig's bear thread.)

Which load were you using? Where exactly did the bullet strike? Was this a brain hit? Sounds like it.
 
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I'm glad that ended well for you.

Which load were you using? Where exactly did the bullet strike? Was this a brain hit? Sounds like it.

Winchester PDX1 180GR bonded JHP.

Yes head shot, and the bullet done its job very well.

I'm also glad it ended well. After it was all said and done, I thought i was going to have to check my britches. :D
 
As Phil says on Duck Dynasty sale on pork isle five.

I wish we had fresh pork on the hoof up here. Pork is the new white meat.
 
Thick sliced, hickory smoked would be nice. Great shot and quick thinking under pressure.
 
Is it deer, or hog season down there? If its deer can you still take it for the meat?

If I remember correctly, Louisiana is one of the several states that considers feral hogs to be "outlaw animals" and can be taken with a valid hunting license anytime during daylight hours. No season on 'em and, yes, you can still take it for the meat.

Fortunately, we haven't had them invade Utah yet, but they are steadily making their way north from Arizona. They can be real pests and downright mean and ugly.

By the way, Smitty...nice shot!
 
These hogs cause a LOT of damage to the Sugar Cane crop here in Louisiana they eat the sweet stalks and after the harvest root up the roots. After the planting season they will dig up the seed stalk which effects the crop yeilds for the next three years. They bred like flies, smart as the devil and hard hard to kill. On the farm they are shot or trapped. The small ones are OK to eat the big ones not good in my opinion. they can even be hunted at night "under certain conditions"
here is a link to some interesting reading
http://www.wlf.louisiana.gov/sites/...gs-low-res/coping_with_feral_hogs_low-res.pdf
Steve W
 
These hogs cause a LOT of damage to the Sugar Cane crop here in Louisiana they eat the sweet stalks and after the harvest root up the roots.

Good shooting!

Can't imagine something that feast on sugar cane tasting all that bad.....
 
Hogs are about like Nutria down here. They are considered nuisance animals. Which means they can be taken any time with a valid hunting license. Just this year, Louisiana changed its law on hog hunting. Now they can be taken day and night.

It costs us on average $7500 to plant 25 acres of corn by the time its all said and done. We plant most of it for our ducks and within our own man made levees. But these hogs get in there and demolish it and they root up our levees.......Only one way to stop them. Kill em on sight, and make as much use of the meat as possible. I dont like shooting animals and leaving them lay, even if it is a nuisance animal such as a hog. So no matter what, they always end up on the dinner plate. Even if its a month or so down the road.

I'm having most of her ground up with some deer. Its about 70% deer and 30% hog. Ground it up together into ground meat. And then u will have some of the best burgers u've ever eaten in ur life time.
 
Ok, slow'n down just a minute. I see she was a sow and hope the big gorilla doesn't dig you for posting nekkid pix. More imortantly, where are the piggies?

And its time for a story, maybe not a novel. My entire career as a great white hunter consisted of a rogue feral pig hunt. I'd been rootin' up everything along Eagle Creek for the whole spring. She was huge, school was out for the summer, and she needed killin'. I was hired on to do the job. My "stand" was out of the hayloft of a friend's barn. The darn pig had developed a taste for chicken. Once that happens, they don't stop until no one has chickens anywhere around.

My orders were simple, stay in the loft no matter what. Then I could shoot all I wanted. I could turn on the barnyard lights by yanking on a cord connected to the breaker box below. I had my choice of my entire collection of guns. An 8mm Mauser or my 870 in 20 ga. The 8mm was the queen for a day. I even got some genuine soft point ammo to use instead of the surplus stuff we burned all the time.

My pay was simple, all the soft drinks and junk food I could eat while "hunting." Worked for me.

My hunt was easy. I relaxed on a broken bale of hay munching on chips and drinking Royal Crown, listening to my crystal radio (anyone remember those?) Some time around midnight I heard a commotion that exceeded the weak sounds from the headset (WWII military surplus). Looked out and didn't see anything at first, so I yanked on the lanyard and the lights went on. There was Miss Piggy, bashing her way into the chicken coop. It was fast and simple, I shot her at an angle, kind of behind the near side front leg angling kind of forward. The soft nose bullet at maybe 50' or so made a mess of her boiler room. Her fat arse rolled over, kind of like capsizing, and she croaked right there.

My orders also included not climbing down even if I knew the pig was dead or gone. Just stay put was how dad put it. So I was all keyed up and hyped up on cola. But I stayed put until the farmer, a family friend, came out to see what the shooting was about. It was about a dead pig. I can't remember if I had a hunting license or not. No one cared. It was a problem animal and in rural places, stupid formalities are ignored.

We moved the pig by rolling it onto and old steel sheet metal sign, then dragging it over to the hoist on the barn. Lifted it up and then dropped in the bed of the pickup truck. Didn't bother to gut her, just drove her to a bootleg meat packer in town. He was happy for the work. Pretty much ground her into way too much sausage. The farmer didn't pay any fee for the work, the butcher just got a couple of hundred pounds of sausage. Best part was I got to keep all the pop and snacks. I was in tall cotton for a month. No one showed me any respect by calling me Bwana.
 
Nice story, Smitty, but I'm calling BS on it.

I've seen that picture before. You found it and posted it and made up that story about shooting a feral hog, and a good story it was, but just a tall tale.

That pic was in one of those celebrity-lifestyle magazines, taken by a papparazzi.

It's Courtney Love after a night out drinkin.':D
 
Nice story, Smitty, but I'm calling BS on it.

I've seen that picture before. You found it and posted it and made up that story about shooting a feral hog, and a good story it was, but just a tall tale.

That pic was in one of those celebrity-lifestyle magazines, taken by a papparazzi.

It's Courtney Love after a night out drinkin.':D

Looks more like Rosie O'Donnel to me. :)
 
"I wish we had fresh pork on the hoof up here. Pork is the new white meat."

Give them a little time BigBill, they'll get there. Dang, there are few things in this life more beautiful than a dead hog, except dead hogs.
Down here, they are as welcome as fire ants. We can kill them any way, and time, and do whatever we want to with it. They're just big, nasty varmits, that just happen to have food value, and they all need killing.
 
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