He was quartering to me and continued towards me at the shot moving back into the thicket. As I stepped back a step or two, with the grass crunching he started roaring like a lion. I've heard this quite a bit, unnerving out in there in the still of night. I stood still, actually heard him breath his last and then I walked out. Went back out this morning with my Dad. He was closer than I thought to where I was standing, about 10 yards. Shot was great despite him quartering to me, right through the important stuff and out the last rib. Fifth hog this month!
I watch that goof ball, Jerry Campbell, on American Hogger tear up more country running dogs, horses, and hogs hard. What an idiot. Just kill the damned things. Still, I do love his one liners. He is right when he says "you now have more hogs than you did yesterday". Last year hogs reached critical mass in Texas, more hogs than deer and that spells trouble for the whitetail. First rule here is if you see one, put a bullet in it, put that bullet anywhere you can. Second rule is hunt ever night you can.
