posted on Nov, 26 2016 @ 04:28 PM
a reply to: ridgerunner
I learned that. In my defense, it was the first, and so far only, time I've ever hunted hog, I sat down later, and he told me everything he should
have told me, and that I should have asked... Lesson learned.
I think my host got more scared than I did. He heard the multiple shots, and thought "oh, darn", and came a runnin'. Found me standing there with my
reloaded desert eagle trained on the pig that was laying on the ground virtually at my feet...
Nine shots. I was less than pleased with that. Not only the needless pain for the hog, but I nearly joined in on the pain...
Handguns are likely never to feature in my hunting plans again... Not unless I have something quite a bit larger than I do now.
Big ol' sow...feral, too. Dressed out at around 200 lbs, if I remember correctly. I was busy coming down off my adrenaline rush.
11/26/2016 by seagull because: (no reason given)