...long evening for me today. I was out in a stand this afternoon looking to get a doe when at least a half dozen decided to show themselves not much after 5pm. I watched them for a few minutes seeing which one I was going to harvest and made my decision and when I just about got the rifle in position I got busted and they all broke camp on me. Needless to say I was frustrated and got the mindset that I wasn't going to see anything for the rest of the legal shooting time (a little more than an hour left) so I was a little bummed out. I always keep my clip on night vision device (Armasight CO-MR) in my backpack as legal shooting is 1 hour before & 1 hour after sunrise/sunset so I can get every minute of legal shooting time in with it.
Anyway I mounted it on my rifle which just so happened to be the 300 Blackout that I built and have been hunting with this season pretty much exclusively and decided to just scan around once it got just about dark. I was up 15' in a ladder stand over a picked cotton field and the stalks are still chest high so game can still hide pretty good in it and be very difficult to be seen. With just under 10 minutes of legal shooting time I heard some of the cotton stalks slowly snapping and I thought I heard some heavy breathing and thought "WTF is making that weird noise??" I turned on the NV and looked back and to my left and saw what looked like an big oblong mud puddle in the cotton. I was looking at it for about 30 seconds and then I saw it slightly move and then take a small step forward. That's all it took as I knew right there it was a hog so I flipped the safety and discharged a round. All of a sudden that sucker took off in a straight line like nothing happened. I got it again in my scope on a dead run and sent another round downrange...nothing, and by this time it's perfectly broadside to me going full bore through the cotton and I let another round go holding right on the jowl...nothing.
I knew that I was aiming right where I was supposed to be but it was like I was shooting blanks. It was pitch black out by this time but I was able to see just fine so I didn't know what the problem was. By now it was getting close to 50 yards going away from me at about a 30 degree angle and I made another good hold and sent another 125 grain SST at this animal. After that it showed signs of slowing down and I couldn't hear any more cotton stalks breaking from this hog busting through the field. Finally it's down and time for me to get out of the stand and find out what just happened.
I made my way out to where I thought it was right in front of me where I made that perfect broadside shot and proceeded to look for blood. It only took about a minute or so and I found one single drop of blood. Right there I thought crap I hope it didn't make it out of the field undetected (well my ears were ringing pretty badly so it was possible) and I would be tracking this thing all night. I made it about 15 feet and there I saw a bit more blood and then 5 more feet is where I saw copious blood about waist high all the way down to the ground. Now I know that hogs don't jump so this had to be one big hog...little did I know at that time. I found pieces of lung mixed in with big pieces of clotted blood so right there I knew this was a successful shooting and I should be seeing my hog soon. Well I got my wish on that...
I about fell over this hog when I walked up on it as it was about the same color as the ground and brown cotton stalks so it was pretty hard to see. I couldn't believe how huge this pig was...then the thought came over me of how the heck I was going to move this giant piece of dead weight. By this time my ride came up with extra help but we found out real quick that 4 grown men could barely move this thing much less put it on a rear rack. Luckily one of the guys has a front loader and that is how we got this ginormous hog back to camp.
The game lift winch is rated for 880 pounds and it barely lifted this hog up off the ground. The game scale goes up to 500# and this sow bottomed it out real quick so she was well over 500 pounds live weight. She had 3 holes in her and she was hit right where I was aiming. The first round was right behind the ear and went into the top of the chest cavity as she was facing directly towards me and was a top down type of shot. The broadside was right on and double lunged her. Blood was coming out like someone opened up a fire hose and she would've died from that shot but I would've more than likely had to track her through the woods. The anchoring shot was right into the liver and completely took out the far lung and that was when she put the brakes on and went down.
This was by far the biggest hog that not only I have ever shot but also the biggest hog I have ever seen that wasn't on a farm or on the back of a truck on the way to the Smithfield packing plant. This is a true trophy hog and one that I will more than likely won't best in my lifetime. She is very healthy and will make excellent table fare. Big sows are good to eat, big boars not so much unless they have been gelded...and chances are you won't find a gelded wild hog. It looks like I'll be getting a shoulder mount to remember this amazing animal.
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