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Archive for October, 2009
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October 30, 2009
Bakersfield – hometown of Merle Haggard and tough chicks.
Hog-O-Rama 2009
October 30, 20099 Hunters
8 cases of beer
3 bottles of bourbon (and some gin)
50 cigars
19 assorted weapons
2 days of hunting
10 dead hogs
1,000 pounds of loins, sausage and ribs.
This is us on the first morning , staging to go out. We were standing under the pavilion because it was raining like a sumbitch and a little lightning/thunder was thrown in by the hunting gods for good measure. The day before, on the drive down, it was 74 degrees and sunny. Go figure.
The rain eased up shortly after that picture was taken, but between the dampness and the temperature (mid-50s) I think the pigs were pretty much bedded down and the morning was somewhat of a bust – I only saw about 6-8 hogs and none close enough for a pistol shot.
I got skunked the first day, although some of the guys did get their pigs.
The next morning, our guide put two of us in a nice little spot.
Sitting up on a bluff overlooking this creek where a couple of well-used paths converge. Unfortunately, everyone else went about a half-mile away, and over there it sounded like a shooting gallery.
At one point we heard: bang…….bangbangbangbangbang – all clearly from the same gun. We smiled at each other and both said “John” at the same time – our buddy John can’t shoot for shit.
Turns out it was one of the FNGs who got charged by a hog. Nothing like getting charged on your first wild hog hunt. He got the hog though, and now he is hooked like a crackhead – he’ll be back next year.
No luck on the second morning either. We all commented that we had seen fewer hogs this year than ever before. After lunch the second day, I decided to change tactics (and weapons). I usually hunt with a 5″ S&W model 629 (.44 Magnum), but for some reason – any hogs we saw were not close enough for a pistol shot this year. I put away the .44 and took out the M1A SOCOM (.308).
Rather than sitting and waiting, we decided to bust the brush and jump some hogs – which worked well. My hunting partner and I jumped two good sized pigs just off a dirt road and he took the first shot, dropping his pig DRT – Dead Right There – from about 60 yards:
Yeah, that’s his real face – childhood cheese-grater accident – don’t ask.
My hog, of course, ran off as soon as my buddy fired, so there was much chasing and running and huffing and puffing, and cursing, etc. We finally spotted him at the bottom of a hill across a creek. When he saw me in the lead, he started across the creek at me. He was about 40 yards away and maybe 20 feet below me. Looking down on him, my best shot was to the spine right at the base of the skull.
That did it. He dropped in his tracks.
We had to drag him out of the creek.
Not my biggest hog ever, but I brought home about 30 pounds of sausage, 30 pounds of shoulders and some nice loins for the BBQ.
Here are 3 of us with our field-dressed hogs back at the lodge.
Yeah, those guys are twins.
Happy Hump Day 10-28-09!
October 28, 2009
No Posts For You!!!
October 21, 2009Four Days!
I am heading into the deep dark woods of central Tennessee to hunt the wily, dangerous and tasty Sus scrofa.
And once the guns are put away, much bourbon drinking, cigar smoking and lie telling will take place on the porch.
Back on Monday.
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