This fellow and his partner chased my three legged dog two nights ago so prior to dark, I put out a string of corn from the brush line that they came and went from all the way up to the house. By 10:00 they had not come back but we had had a pretty good rain yesterday so I figured that they were running behind as the rain brings out the small bull frogs that are worth chasing and eating. I also can make myself get up so I set the internal alarm on each hour. At 11:00, nothing, and then at midnight, nothing, so I went to the bathroom and on the way back to the bed I looked back out and saw a boar eating along the corn-line back to the house!
After slipping on my jeans, I slipped out the door and immediately did not like the slight drift of air from uphill to downhill (toward the hog). I quietly and quickly slipped through the garage and out into the barn. The hog was coming up the corn-line quick and as I put the crosshairs on him he gave a quick grunt, picked his head up, and bolted. That column of air that was flowing toward him as I stepped out the door had reached them and they have only one reaction to human scent and that is exactly what he did.
I stayed put with the gun across the thread of my tractor's tire and about three minutes later I saw him walking back towards the corn-line. As he put his head down to grab a bite, I put the crosshairs on I thought would put the bullet through his heart and took the quartering to me shot. He bolted and as he ran another boar ran past my line of sight, the other boar that was chasing my dog.
It was immediate dead quiet so I thought that I either had drilled him good through the heart or missed. Hogs tend to be very vocal with a lung hit, they don't go far but you can hear them. I waited about three minutes then turned on the spotlight and saw him about 20 yards away from where I had shot him, dead as a hammer!
The freezer is empty so I took him up the hill to my cleaning station at the range and got to work.
The boar was about as big as they get before they strike out on their own. I suspect that these two fellows were just at the point that they argue about something, usually a sow, and go their own way.
The POI was spot on, the 275-grain lead bullet cut his heart in half.
I quartered him and put him on ice. This all started at midnight and it was 2:45 when I was showered and crawling back in bed. Back up at 7 and soon after at the slaughterhouse where he will become quite a load of hamburger. That is what my wife wanted as it is the most useful when the freezer is empty.
