I had a hell of a weekend hunting in South Texas so riding that high I went out to my local stand yesterday. It was a great day to be hunting. Warm air and no wind had alot of animals moving. I was getting out late to my stand and decided to pull my trail cam card before instead of after hunting. Id be gone for three days and wanted to see what was out there. A lone boar hog had been coming in for the last three days right at sunset along with does shortly after. I settled in feeling good that Id see something that evening
About 30 minutes after my feeder had gone off, I heard rustling off to my left. Just out of the brush a big fat boar hog came running out towards the corn. He made it about 5 feet away before pausing and then hustling back to the tree line. I am guessing he caught my scent from being down there about 40 mins earlier. Feeling a surge of buck fever kick in as I never see hogs during the day on this property, he paused right before the tree line in some high grass. I put the crosshairs on him and pulled the trigger.
He didn't let out a sound but he tore through that brush. I felt pretty good about the shot but gave him 20-25 minutes before I went looking. I get down to the spot where I had shot him and there was not a single drop of blood at all. I tracked where he had ran to and same story. I was wondering what the hell happened there for awhile. I had just smoked two bucks with this rifle of which neither had ran more than 15 feet. Hope wasn't completely gone because I noticed with both of the bucks that there was the same lack of blood trail despite obliterating the lungs and heart on each. (The rounds I was using are the S&B SPCE 150gr in 308 out of my Sauer 100 Silver XT.)
I crept along the edge of the brush and heard a big commotion of tree branches breaking. I decided to back out as I didn't want to spook the deer too bad back there. Feeling completely dejected, I had a sleepless night wondering what happened. Come afternoon, I headed out with my dog on the 4 wheeler to see if we could find anything. We ended up finding it about 150 yards from the stand in some cedar. I saw it from far off and could tell it was a big hog
Well the last time I had to throw around a hog that size, her name was Sarah and it was in high school, so after nearly destroying my back, I got the big bastard back to my house so I could see the shot. It wasn't pretty. Turns out he was quartered in that high grass more than I thought. The shot when it way back and I am guessing hit the vitals as it went forward. Not enough to kill him on the spot but enough to get him to drop within 150 yards of impact. Despite the lack of blood trail, I can't recommend the SPCE factory ammo enough, it is accurate (if you don't rush your shot like a rookie) and it grenades the internal organs effectively. I am fairly certain that if it were a proper shot made, that hog would have followed suit and died close and quick.
Lessons learned:
1. Always track your quarry, even if you have to back out
2. Remain humble because God is always right there to give you a lesson in humility
3. Hogs are smaller than deer. Aim small, miss small.
About 30 minutes after my feeder had gone off, I heard rustling off to my left. Just out of the brush a big fat boar hog came running out towards the corn. He made it about 5 feet away before pausing and then hustling back to the tree line. I am guessing he caught my scent from being down there about 40 mins earlier. Feeling a surge of buck fever kick in as I never see hogs during the day on this property, he paused right before the tree line in some high grass. I put the crosshairs on him and pulled the trigger.
He didn't let out a sound but he tore through that brush. I felt pretty good about the shot but gave him 20-25 minutes before I went looking. I get down to the spot where I had shot him and there was not a single drop of blood at all. I tracked where he had ran to and same story. I was wondering what the hell happened there for awhile. I had just smoked two bucks with this rifle of which neither had ran more than 15 feet. Hope wasn't completely gone because I noticed with both of the bucks that there was the same lack of blood trail despite obliterating the lungs and heart on each. (The rounds I was using are the S&B SPCE 150gr in 308 out of my Sauer 100 Silver XT.)
I crept along the edge of the brush and heard a big commotion of tree branches breaking. I decided to back out as I didn't want to spook the deer too bad back there. Feeling completely dejected, I had a sleepless night wondering what happened. Come afternoon, I headed out with my dog on the 4 wheeler to see if we could find anything. We ended up finding it about 150 yards from the stand in some cedar. I saw it from far off and could tell it was a big hog
Well the last time I had to throw around a hog that size, her name was Sarah and it was in high school, so after nearly destroying my back, I got the big bastard back to my house so I could see the shot. It wasn't pretty. Turns out he was quartered in that high grass more than I thought. The shot when it way back and I am guessing hit the vitals as it went forward. Not enough to kill him on the spot but enough to get him to drop within 150 yards of impact. Despite the lack of blood trail, I can't recommend the SPCE factory ammo enough, it is accurate (if you don't rush your shot like a rookie) and it grenades the internal organs effectively. I am fairly certain that if it were a proper shot made, that hog would have followed suit and died close and quick.
Lessons learned:
1. Always track your quarry, even if you have to back out
2. Remain humble because God is always right there to give you a lesson in humility
3. Hogs are smaller than deer. Aim small, miss small.
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