Went hunting with a buddy this weekend and we were hunting a 20 acre oats patch and a pile of hogs came out at the opposite end.....about 400 yards. He dialed the scope on his 300mag to 400 yards and decided to fire one off. To me it looked like he was right over the top and they all ran off........no squeals, stumbles, etc Fast-forward an hour later and they all come back out right before dark so he picks one out. He adjusted to what we now think is 375 yards and fired one off and after they all scatter there is a black spot still laying in the field....success!!

Here is where it gets wild. When we walked up you could see some guts hanging out the side as he was a little high and back but it had done the trick. We flipped her over to see where the entry was and right up on the neck was a baseball sized hole slightly above the shoulders......It was the SAME DAMN HOG he had shot at earlier. Had be been 1/2 lower on the first shot it would have got some spine. How tough and hungry do you have to be to get a hole blown out of your neck that you come back an hour later like nothing happened and start eating again? Also what are the odds that he picked out the same hog when there were a dozen other ones the same size as her?

I actually have the recovery on video but its would break "community guidelines" if I posted it anywhere.

You almost have to earhole those bass turds… even if your gun starts with a 3

I know a guy who picked the same ol hog twice. He wound up marrying her.

EskimoJoe said:

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I know a guy who picked the same ol hog twice. He wound up marrying her.

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Glad to see the OB is on it's toes today.

Best post I've ever seen on here. And Eskimojoe's reply. I won't forget this one.

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I know a guy who picked the same ol hog twice. He wound up marrying her.

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Some men prefer a queen sized bed while others want a bed size queen.

Hogs are tough SOB's. I shot a sow a few weeks ago and she folded immediately from my 30-06. Walked up and can't find an entry wound or exit wound. It's like a bullet just cauterizes their skin when it enters. Found the bullet in her opposite shoulder when cleaning her. If you don't put a head shot or a really good shot to the vitals on a hog a lot of them survive.

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EskimoJoe said:

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Some men prefer a queen sized bed while others want a bed size queen.

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My ex-roommate in college was always looking for a High Plains woman. I finally asked him how he could tell them from other women. He said they could keep you warm in the winter and shade you in the summer. He found him a biggun shortly thereafter.

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I know a guy who picked the same ol hog twice. He wound up marrying her.

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Some men prefer a queen sized bed while others want a bed size queen.

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My ex-roommate in college was always looking for a High Plains woman. I finally asked him how he could tell them from other women. He said they could keep you warm in the winter and shade you in the summer. He found him a biggun shortly thereafter.

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He would be in heaven in Nebraska, home of the fat girl.

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I know a guy who picked the same ol hog twice. He wound up marrying her.

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Some men prefer a queen sized bed while others want a bed size queen.

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My ex-roommate in college was always looking for a High Plains woman. I finally asked him how he could tell them from other women. He said they could keep you warm in the winter and shade you in the summer. He found him a biggun shortly thereafter.

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He would be in heaven in Nebraska, home of the fat girl.

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You ain't lying there!

Shot a sow many years ago and decided to keep it to eat. Started opening up and hit a destruction in mid belly area below diaphragm. Turned out to be a bullet on inside portion of skin. Wherever it entered had healed over completely.
Left it lay.

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I know a guy who picked the same ol hog twice. He wound up marrying her.

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My ex-roommate in college was always looking for a High Plains woman. I finally asked him how he could tell them from other women. He said they could keep you warm in the winter and shade you in the summer. He found him a biggun shortly thereafter.

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He would be in heaven in Nebraska, home of the fat girl.

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You ain't lying there!

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Rodney Carrington had a good bit on that.

I shot a large boar one time at 50 yards with a 30-30 170 grain bullet. Perfectly placed shoulder shot. It ran off and I thought I had missed. Ran across it a day later shredding about 200 yards away. Unreal how tough those things are.

I went hog hunting SW of San Antonio a couple years ago and got to experience just how tough those SOBs are. My buddy wasn't feeling well, so I asked if I could take his Daniel out to let it have some fun, and he said "sure." I'm sitting there and the sun starts to go down and then I hear something walking in the rocks off to my right. I look over and there's this big boar walking along a trail that goes about 75 yards from where I'm sitting, so I get the gun up and ready until he comes through a line of trees & bushes into the area I want to take the shot, and he does. So, I shoot him just behind the ear and he spins around a few times and then runs away back to where he came.

I waiting about 10 minutes to let him die, and then walk out to where I shot him, but I couldn't find any blood. So, I start walking around looking for a trail of blood going towards where I saw him run off to, and then I finally found a bit and started following it. For some reason, I stop and look up and he's about 20 yards from me under a small tree just staring at me like he'd be if he was running towards me. I see those giant tusks and I was like "Ho. Lee. ****! I just pissed him off." I bring the gun up to take another shot (aiming for the head) and then he turns to his left as I pull the trigger, so the bullet hits him just behind the shoulder and he fell over and started gurgling. 2 good shots with a .308 in <100 yards was good enough I thought, so I walked back to where I was sitting to grab a drink and to let the nerves/adrenaline calm down while he expired. I walked back after about 15 minutes and that MFer was sitting right back up. I put one into his head and he falls back over but then tries to sit back up, so I pop him with another one.

This damn hog was like the cheerleader in "Scary Movie." He ate 3 rounds of .308 and still was going. Much respect, buddy.

Pigori Hogsputin! The Russian boar hog!

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I went hog hunting SW of San Antonio a couple years ago and got to experience just how tough those SOBs are. My buddy wasn't feeling well, so I asked if I could take his Daniel out to let it have some fun, and he said "sure." I'm sitting there and the sun starts to go down and then I hear something walking in the rocks off to my right. I look over and there's this big boar walking along a trail that goes about 75 yards from where I'm sitting, so I get the gun up and ready until he comes through a line of trees & bushes into the area I want to take the shot, and he does. So, I shoot him just behind the ear and he spins around a few times and then runs away back to where he came.

I waiting about 10 minutes to let him die, and then walk out to where I shot him, but I couldn't find any blood. So, I start walking around looking for a trail of blood going towards where I saw him run off to, and then I finally found a bit and started following it. For some reason, I stop and look up and he's about 20 yards from me under a small tree just staring at me like he'd be if he was running towards me. I see those giant tusks and I was like "Ho. Lee. ****! I just pissed him off." I bring the gun up to take another shot (aiming for the head) and then he turns to his left as I pull the trigger, so the bullet hits him just behind the shoulder and he fell over and started gurgling. 2 good shots with a .308 in <100 yards was good enough I thought, so I walked back to where I was sitting to grab a drink and to let the nerves/adrenaline calm down while he expired. I walked back after about 15 minutes and that MFer was sitting right back up. I put one into his head and he falls back over but then tries to sit back up, so I pop him with another one.

This damn hog was like the cheerleader in "Scary Movie." He ate 3 rounds of .308 and still was going. Much respect, buddy.

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Damn, we must have some ***** hogs at our place. All of them that have been hit, less one, have dropped in their tracks. The one that didn't was shot with a 22 because that's all we had on hand. Missed the head shot and it ran off. Otherwise we have downed several with one shot and we aren't that great of shots. A couple with .260, one with 300WM, one with 5.56.

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I went hog hunting SW of San Antonio a couple years ago and got to experience just how tough those SOBs are. My buddy wasn't feeling well, so I asked if I could take his Daniel out to let it have some fun, and he said "sure." I'm sitting there and the sun starts to go down and then I hear something walking in the rocks off to my right. I look over and there's this big boar walking along a trail that goes about 75 yards from where I'm sitting, so I get the gun up and ready until he comes through a line of trees & bushes into the area I want to take the shot, and he does. So, I shoot him just behind the ear and he spins around a few times and then runs away back to where he came.

I waiting about 10 minutes to let him die, and then walk out to where I shot him, but I couldn't find any blood. So, I start walking around looking for a trail of blood going towards where I saw him run off to, and then I finally found a bit and started following it. For some reason, I stop and look up and he's about 20 yards from me under a small tree just staring at me like he'd be if he was running towards me. I see those giant tusks and I was like "Ho. Lee. ****! I just pissed him off." I bring the gun up to take another shot (aiming for the head) and then he turns to his left as I pull the trigger, so the bullet hits him just behind the shoulder and he fell over and started gurgling. 2 good shots with a .308 in <100 yards was good enough I thought, so I walked back to where I was sitting to grab a drink and to let the nerves/adrenaline calm down while he expired. I walked back after about 15 minutes and that MFer was sitting right back up. I put one into his head and he falls back over but then tries to sit back up, so I pop him with another one.

This damn hog was like the cheerleader in "Scary Movie." He ate 3 rounds of .308 and still was going. Much respect, buddy.

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If I put a good shot on a big boar and he runs off I don't go looking for him. Shot two last year and they both ran. I heard them both crash about 75 yards away in thick woods. Buzzards were circling on both a couple days later and we went and found them. I don't need a cutter through an artery for an animal I'm not going to eat. The big boar have flipped out stand and fills. Let them be buzzard and coyote food.

I mostly agree with this sentiment except for one thing. Everybody knows that when you kill one and leave it lay, two or more sprout up from the spilled blood.

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aTm2004 said:

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I went hog hunting SW of San Antonio a couple years ago and got to experience just how tough those SOBs are. My buddy wasn't feeling well, so I asked if I could take his Daniel out to let it have some fun, and he said "sure." I'm sitting there and the sun starts to go down and then I hear something walking in the rocks off to my right. I look over and there's this big boar walking along a trail that goes about 75 yards from where I'm sitting, so I get the gun up and ready until he comes through a line of trees & bushes into the area I want to take the shot, and he does. So, I shoot him just behind the ear and he spins around a few times and then runs away back to where he came.

I waiting about 10 minutes to let him die, and then walk out to where I shot him, but I couldn't find any blood. So, I start walking around looking for a trail of blood going towards where I saw him run off to, and then I finally found a bit and started following it. For some reason, I stop and look up and he's about 20 yards from me under a small tree just staring at me like he'd be if he was running towards me. I see those giant tusks and I was like "Ho. Lee. ****! I just pissed him off." I bring the gun up to take another shot (aiming for the head) and then he turns to his left as I pull the trigger, so the bullet hits him just behind the shoulder and he fell over and started gurgling. 2 good shots with a .308 in <100 yards was good enough I thought, so I walked back to where I was sitting to grab a drink and to let the nerves/adrenaline calm down while he expired. I walked back after about 15 minutes and that MFer was sitting right back up. I put one into his head and he falls back over but then tries to sit back up, so I pop him with another one.

This damn hog was like the cheerleader in "Scary Movie." He ate 3 rounds of .308 and still was going. Much respect, buddy.

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If I put a good shot on a big boar and he runs off I don't go looking for him. Shot two last year and they both ran. I heard them both crash about 75 yards away in thick woods. Buzzards were circling on both a couple days later and we went and found them. I don't need a cutter through an artery for an animal I'm not going to eat. The big boar have flipped out stand and fills. Let them be buzzard and coyote food.

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"...buzzards got to eat, same as the worms"

I've taken plenty with a 62 and 75gr 5.56/.223 and never had that happen. That one earned my respect.

Buddy shot one under the feeder one night. Went to look and just found 3-4 fetuses on the ground. No sign of the sow.

Ornery old *******.