chrislibby88
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My boss Sean invited me out to his land to shoot some pigs, so naturally, I obliged. They turned me loose on a narrow thick piece of land, with a private road down the one border and an impossibly thick marsh that’s choked out with saplings on the other side. I eased down the swamp edge until it pinched up closer to the road and I tiptoed into pigs about an hour before dark. I snuck a few more yards to get some clear shots, it is thick. Popped the first one in the ear, at maybe 30 yards, it dropped, swung to the next one, ear, bang drop. A smaller tan one started running and grunting and I swung on it, tried to keep a lead on the snout and shot when I came through a decent window, more started scattering and I followed them as they were running, and again squeezed when we came through a less thick window, watched a stick explode. Miss. I took a few more steps and more started trotting away through the thick. Squirrels were going crazy, birds were alarming but nothing else was moving. Immediately started a quick loop looking for blood, and found a few drops then spray every foot. Followed it for about 40 yards to the dead tan one. Drug it to the road, grabbed the other two and pulled them to the road, knocked the guts out real quick and started walking back to the truck and didn’t make it 50 yards before I heard some pigs snapping up acorns in the thick stuff. I crawled through some a vines on the edge of the road, came to a knee and see a pig at 20 yards, found the head, squeeze, it drops and starts kicking. Miraculously the pig next to it continues feeding like I didn’t just blow her bestie’s head off right next to her so I give her the same treatment. Drag them 10 yards to the road, and knock more guts out, walk back up a get the truck and have 5 pigs in the bed before dark.
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