At 10pm last night, I got my Sus Venator hog. That's a hog that weighs at least 250 pounds and enables you to become a member of that "group/club".
As soon as I rounded the corner and could see the field, I spotted him a couple of hundred yards away. I sat down my folding stool and camo jacket. I already had my gloves and camo face hood on, and was otherwise dressed in black. I stalked and stalked as he fed and moved generally away from me. The wind was right for where he was and the direction he was going. Finally decided to shoot, as he wasn't cooperating in standing still or moving closer (don't have a good guess as to the shot distance, but certainly no more than 100yd, and I was not super close). I took a good kneeling position, waited for my heart to slow down some, took careful aim for the neck, shot, and to the best of my knowledge and examination of the body, MISSED. He ran such that his full side was towards me, running for the woods. I fired more, increasing my lead with every shot, and then he flipped over. Tried to get up, but couldn't get fully up; could get up on his front legs only and fell down. I walked over to him and then thought to myself "he's looking at me". I was within the length of my SBR when he tried to swing his snout/cutters at me, so I shot him in the brain to stop that.
My brother was visiting me for Thanksgiving, so I went home, hooked my trailer up to his 4 wheel drive truck, and he drove me back to the field. At first I couldn't find the hog with my thermal, then realized how long the stalk had been as we went further into the center of the field and spotted him in a slightly lower part of the field, hidden by the higher part where I had entered. We pulled him onto the trailer and went home. Brother was leaving for Georgia and needed sleep before his trip, so he helped take pictures, measure the hog, and went to bed. It took me a long time with a rest spell in between (I'm not young) to clean him due to the weight and thickness of the hide/shield. My brother said he should have stayed up and help. When he comes back in January, he wants to build a game hanging station for me. The hog didn't stink, but had a slight animal smell like Sawman's big hog from the other night.
Snugging up the tape, he was at least 47" in girth, probably 47 1/2", but I went with 47". Plugging that into the hog weight formula, he was 272 pounds. Interesting, in that my brother, who's killed several hogs in Georgia, said before the calculation was done (he'd never heard of the tape measurement method) that the hog is between 275 and 280 pounds.
Autopsy: I could find no evidence of a neck hit (hey, I'm not always the perfect or calmest hunting shot), but I did not skin the neck looking, only examined the skin on both sides. Could only find a non-major hit on a rear leg. When removing the backstrap, I found an expanded bullet that had hit the spine behind the front shoulder. So, my best guess is I hit him running at first through the rear leg and the last running shot hit the spine and resulted in him flipping while running and that he tried to get up but only his front legs sorta worked. I was using my shortest 300BLK SBR, which is only a 100yd gun due to the velocity of the load from that 8" bbl. No blood from ears, head, or mouth/nose until the brain finishing shot. Nice cutters. Nosler 125gr Ballistic Tip. UTAC-32M thermal clip-on. Suppressed. Leupold Hog 1.25-4x scope behind the thermal.
As soon as I rounded the corner and could see the field, I spotted him a couple of hundred yards away. I sat down my folding stool and camo jacket. I already had my gloves and camo face hood on, and was otherwise dressed in black. I stalked and stalked as he fed and moved generally away from me. The wind was right for where he was and the direction he was going. Finally decided to shoot, as he wasn't cooperating in standing still or moving closer (don't have a good guess as to the shot distance, but certainly no more than 100yd, and I was not super close). I took a good kneeling position, waited for my heart to slow down some, took careful aim for the neck, shot, and to the best of my knowledge and examination of the body, MISSED. He ran such that his full side was towards me, running for the woods. I fired more, increasing my lead with every shot, and then he flipped over. Tried to get up, but couldn't get fully up; could get up on his front legs only and fell down. I walked over to him and then thought to myself "he's looking at me". I was within the length of my SBR when he tried to swing his snout/cutters at me, so I shot him in the brain to stop that.
My brother was visiting me for Thanksgiving, so I went home, hooked my trailer up to his 4 wheel drive truck, and he drove me back to the field. At first I couldn't find the hog with my thermal, then realized how long the stalk had been as we went further into the center of the field and spotted him in a slightly lower part of the field, hidden by the higher part where I had entered. We pulled him onto the trailer and went home. Brother was leaving for Georgia and needed sleep before his trip, so he helped take pictures, measure the hog, and went to bed. It took me a long time with a rest spell in between (I'm not young) to clean him due to the weight and thickness of the hide/shield. My brother said he should have stayed up and help. When he comes back in January, he wants to build a game hanging station for me. The hog didn't stink, but had a slight animal smell like Sawman's big hog from the other night.
Snugging up the tape, he was at least 47" in girth, probably 47 1/2", but I went with 47". Plugging that into the hog weight formula, he was 272 pounds. Interesting, in that my brother, who's killed several hogs in Georgia, said before the calculation was done (he'd never heard of the tape measurement method) that the hog is between 275 and 280 pounds.
Autopsy: I could find no evidence of a neck hit (hey, I'm not always the perfect or calmest hunting shot), but I did not skin the neck looking, only examined the skin on both sides. Could only find a non-major hit on a rear leg. When removing the backstrap, I found an expanded bullet that had hit the spine behind the front shoulder. So, my best guess is I hit him running at first through the rear leg and the last running shot hit the spine and resulted in him flipping while running and that he tried to get up but only his front legs sorta worked. I was using my shortest 300BLK SBR, which is only a 100yd gun due to the velocity of the load from that 8" bbl. No blood from ears, head, or mouth/nose until the brain finishing shot. Nice cutters. Nosler 125gr Ballistic Tip. UTAC-32M thermal clip-on. Suppressed. Leupold Hog 1.25-4x scope behind the thermal.
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