I went out again this afternoon. Like selemdog I felt like I needed a little redemption after yesterdays trip.
Stopped at a lady's land I've been trying to get access to. Turns out I was a day late as she just finished trapping and blocking up a bunch of holes the day before. Darn! So she said she didn't need my services although had one hole they didn't get filled yet. She sent me over the hill and said to try and get it. I saw a 'hog as soon as I crested the hill but it faded back into the brush at the edge of the woods by the time I dropped down for my shot. I hung out awhile and then a big fat boy marched out a different part of the treeline. He saw me when I readjusted to his location and started to run back to the woods. He stopped to see if I was following him....which I was in a sense...if you consider the 58 grain Hornady V-Max from my Savage 243 was already on the way. It was a quick 153 yard journey and an equally quick end as the V-Max connected right at the base of the skull. I should have weighed this hog - felt like 20 pounds - the tail clicked 4 times when I lifted it. The landowner was happy and called some other neighbors and referred me to them. So it all worked out!
I then went to another place and decided to stay with the 243. It's heavy but I really like pulling the trigger on it. Not long after arriving I glassed a stand of trees where I have previously seen active holes. I spend a lot of time glassing with my binos and see a lot of 'hogs I'd otherwise overlook with my bare eyes. Sure enough I see a 'hog sitting in the crotch of a tree watching me!
I dropped down into the prone, ranged it at 204 yards, clicked my Vortex elevation up 3 clicks (probably could have just held over) and acquired my target. The 'hog had shifted, probably getting ready to hop down, and all I could see was a side view of the head. I put the target dot in the middle of it and slowly squeezed that sweet Savage Accutrigger. The 243 roared across the quiet farm and was accompanied by a tremendous THWAP as the V-Max connected. Man I love that sound! When I found the 'hog the head felt like a broken eggshell inside a dress sock.
A little later I missed a shot at 245
This is the second time I've missed this one 'hog at this distance. I relocated for another shot but it never came back out. I guess there is always next time.
Check out this big boy! He wasn't happy seeing me sneak around the edges of the field. The picture doesn't do him justice - he's ripped and muscled up like a prize fighter.