Colorado county hogs

Early moring hog shoot, Nth Texas with 270 about 150 yds.  Ended up with 2 on the ground, what a blast! 

Okay. So, it was about 5:40 starting to get dark when this monster walked out at about 200 yards away. Caught my smell and took off. Stopped about 50 yards and looked back. Got smacked right inbetween the eyes with my .223. When i got over there to him he was still alive and kickin. Had to shoot him again in the head, that time blood got all over me. I would say a succesful hunt wouldn't you? :)

My son Jesse shot his 1st hog on opening day...dad could'nt be prouder. Its was a foggy morning and the hogs came to our feeder at about 6:45 in the morning. My son had never shot with a rifle...so I lend him my 22mag. As we were trying to pick the right one for him...shots started ringing out all around us...since we are surrounded by other lease's. The Hogs started to scattered...I told him shoot as soon as he had a shoulder shot..sure enough he let the round go...hogs ran in all directions...i thought he had missed...but jesse insisted he had place a good shot in the heart...we waited till about 9am to go and look for blood...didnt find any so started walking towards our feeder and sure enough their he lay...his 1st porker about 40lbs shot at 54yds...dad and son gave each other a high 5 and several yells of victory...Ill never forget that morning...so when you have a chance take your child hunting...you wont regret it.

This is a Cajun shot East Texas wild boar from around Elkhart at 8:30 at night on November 2, 2009. There was a full moon and I used an ATN Aries 390 Paladin night vision scope with a weaver mount on a Tompson Center Venture 306. The round hit 3/4 of an inch behind the ear at over 90 yards and the hog froze on all fours as he was hit. I called my brother on the wireless and said I missed him shoot him Eric. He shot and hit the hog in the leg at the elbow and the bullet splintered the leg and the hog fell over to our delight. We had got him. The shot at the leg shattered the leg but did not hit the hog as we walked up on the hog there was no sign of a good hit on him. Until we searched throughly did we find the hole behind the ear. I went to get my Uncle and the truck and Eric was going to guard the hog from preditors from the stand. The truck fell through the bridge at Hank's crossing on Squirl Creek and we had to go back to the barn to get the tractor to get the truck off the bridge. The tractor could not get the truck up out of the hole and we were back to the barn for a jack to lift the truck and pull it off the bridge. My uncle said, "well at least we did not need the car to jump the tractor. to get the truck off the bridge." Once the truck was off the bridge we fixed the hole and drove down to the lower part of the pastures to retreive the hog that Eric had defended from at least on attack by Cayotes. He said what took you two so long and we told him the about the troubles. We finished gutting the hog up by the house that night and Hank said well boys I have had enough fun I am off to bed. He is 87 and quite a sport about everything. The next day we tore the bridge completely apart and repaired it to last for the next fifty years. HERBIE was the hog we saw the next night wadding accross the three feet of water in the bottom of the pasture where Squirl Creek and Turkey Creek come together and a beaver has decided to make a place for himself. HERBIE snorted each time he had strided in a motion through the water. We both had beeds on him at 50 yards with no chance of missing but I said to my brother Eric do not shoot him till he gets out of the water because the mud was knee deep plus the water it would not be fun to pul that hog out.  He agreed and HERBIE winded us. Showed us his hind quarters and made for the woods. HERBIE was three times the size of the hog we shot. The butcher said the hog was two and a half years old and the hog weighed after gutting around 175 to 200. These are photos the next morning on our way to the butcher. We are going after HERBIE this spring.

I have tried everything known to man to keep the deer from going in my hog traps, but apparently the message hasn't gotten to our deer about shying away from corn soaked in diesel, or big red soda, raspberry gelatin, old beer, and any other camp myth told. The deer love the stuff. I have been told to use shorter traps, just how much shorter can I get it than this one. I have finally chalked it up that deer are going in even though they are not my intended targets. I have 50 foot cables tied to the gates to release them unharmed. Heck I don't let people shoot them out of blinds, I sure am not going to take them out of traps.

I love to take photos while hunting. Here's a Javelina boar I filmed and took photos of, while trying to not shoot him for three months. Couldn't take it anymore one day and dropped him like a prom dress. Oh well.

On my property deep in South Texas, Starr County, there were no pigs to speak of. I set up a trail camera last year after 2 of my feeders were getting beat up and found pigs were tearing them up. We shot only one pig last year and they all disappeared right after 2nd week in Nov. This year we have shot 7 pigs this being the biggest. I hate pigs on my property but love to shoot them.

I came across this old photo today. The best part of the story is I was dove hunting, not hog hunting, as you can tell by my grandfather's over/under in my hand.

The other great part to this story is I was with two guys who were brand new to hunting. I could not resist laying the pig on the hood of his Lexus and drivng back to camp where he was waiting. It was his first time to see a wild pig, much less shoot a dove.