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djones
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lots of pigs were scattered in the field, but the wind and flooded roads limited my approach. the only way to them was across a cotton field. mud patties caked each foot so bad i had to use my tripod to steady myself. guess they never expected anyone to approach from that direction, hehehe.
taking pics would have meant crossing standing water in the turnrow. besides, it would have taken forever to find and photograph the bodies. therefore, i’m invoking article XII, section 3b of the lsb code of conduct... further clarifying the ‘no pic, no pig’ rule, video confirmation supported by ‘thuds’ may be used in lieu of pics as proof of kill. panning with the zoom, i count 7 bodies before taking the 8th one.
moving on, i get to a hay field with about 50 hogs in it. before i know it, half a dozen are right in front of me. wind was strong in my face, so they didn’t smell or hear me, but they saw me approach in the truck. without a moment to spare i opened the door, stuck the rifle through the open window and rested the mag on the window frame. you can tell from my breathing and sight picture i never got comfortable with the stance. remarkably, i believe 7 hogs went down.
it is a pretty big field and by the time i got to the other side i saw more hogs. wind was shifting out of my 5:00 o’clock so i planned to walk out into the field before closing in on them. after i stopped the truck, i got a drink, grabbed the rifle, pvs14 and shooting sticks. one quick look before starting out and... out of nowhere, 5 were almost right on top of me! again, no time to lose. however, i was sure i would kill all of them and couldn’t help but take a second to drink in the targets. unfortunately, the leftmost hog winded me and everyone went into high gear. no problem dropping the first one, but i really didn’t want to spend any of the night on fence repair, so i held fire after the others slipped through. one of them spilled some guts, so i’ll add 2 to the body count.
next stop was a pivot where i had actually received some complaints about hogs. when i saw them they were headed right for me on the pivot road. i hid in the cover and let them come in. some of the brush was thick, but i was close enough it didn’t matter, and i shot through it. luckily i was able to get the easy ones, and the far targets make fun practice. that’s around 20 for the night, or there abouts even if i’m a few off.
taking pics would have meant crossing standing water in the turnrow. besides, it would have taken forever to find and photograph the bodies. therefore, i’m invoking article XII, section 3b of the lsb code of conduct... further clarifying the ‘no pic, no pig’ rule, video confirmation supported by ‘thuds’ may be used in lieu of pics as proof of kill. panning with the zoom, i count 7 bodies before taking the 8th one.
moving on, i get to a hay field with about 50 hogs in it. before i know it, half a dozen are right in front of me. wind was strong in my face, so they didn’t smell or hear me, but they saw me approach in the truck. without a moment to spare i opened the door, stuck the rifle through the open window and rested the mag on the window frame. you can tell from my breathing and sight picture i never got comfortable with the stance. remarkably, i believe 7 hogs went down.
it is a pretty big field and by the time i got to the other side i saw more hogs. wind was shifting out of my 5:00 o’clock so i planned to walk out into the field before closing in on them. after i stopped the truck, i got a drink, grabbed the rifle, pvs14 and shooting sticks. one quick look before starting out and... out of nowhere, 5 were almost right on top of me! again, no time to lose. however, i was sure i would kill all of them and couldn’t help but take a second to drink in the targets. unfortunately, the leftmost hog winded me and everyone went into high gear. no problem dropping the first one, but i really didn’t want to spend any of the night on fence repair, so i held fire after the others slipped through. one of them spilled some guts, so i’ll add 2 to the body count.
next stop was a pivot where i had actually received some complaints about hogs. when i saw them they were headed right for me on the pivot road. i hid in the cover and let them come in. some of the brush was thick, but i was close enough it didn’t matter, and i shot through it. luckily i was able to get the easy ones, and the far targets make fun practice. that’s around 20 for the night, or there abouts even if i’m a few off.
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