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by John St.Clair
As we came around the corner of the fence line, Bill suddenly eased the truck
to a gentle stop. About 200 yards away, a group of Hogs was foraging in the
tender young grass shoots at the edge of the plowed field. “What the hell?” one (or both?) of us said. In the distance we could make
out two large ones and a group of piglets. We estimated 10 to 15 in the group.
The discussion about whether the hogs were the ranchers or wild was short lived. Through the binoculars we could make out enough facial features to answer that question. These were nobodies pets, that was for sure. Not having permission for the hogs, Bill eased the pickup into reverse and backed it around the corner. The house was only a short distance from our location so we headed back to get permission. I waited at the gate while Bill went over to the house. I didn't hear the conversation but the gist of it from Bill was Hogs? I don't have any hogs, get rid of them!” We didn't need any more encouragement. They had just been classified as varmints.
Securing the gate behind us, we stopped the truck at the corner and stepped out, closing the doors quietly. We looked around the corner of the fence and, of course, the hogs were gone. But we knew they wouldn't be far away.
We walked quietly down the fence line. Ahead and to our left, a cow was mooing where we believed the hogs to have gone. We reached the location where the hogs had been and began looking for tracks. They were very difficult to spot in the ground mixed with all the cattle tracks. We checked in a ravine and around the edge a pond just inside the brush line but saw nothing.
We tried the only direction left to us. After about 25 yards of walking, Bill spotted them off to our left. They had been concealed behind a terrace and we had passed within 30 yards of them while walking down the fence line. We began moving in slowly to minimize the distance and any cover available to the hogs. As we flanked a cedar bush, Bill on the right and me on the left, one of the large ones stopped grazing and looked in Bill's direction. We both froze. I was already in a kneeling position and was almost ready to shoot. The hog went back to grazing. I put the crosshairs of my scope on the largest one and waited for it to come out from behind some brush. When it finally did, it was facing directly towards me. I placed the crosshairs between and slightly above the eyes and squeezed the trigger. The hog dropped instantly and all hell broke loose!
The hogs bolted and were running almost directly at us! Hogs were running everywhere! Bill hit his hog staggering it. He put a second round into it for good measure. Another large one we had not seen came out of nowhere. It was on the run and I put a round in it's spine, dropping it instantly. The little ones ran past Bill, big mistake. He dropped two of them in a matter of seconds.
When it was over, we had gotten a total of five. Three
large ones and two small. Bill had let me take the biggest one, we estimate it at over 200 lbs! Standing in the middle
of a group of
Next day, Bill cranked up the grill and we had
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