When I was in a freshman in high school me and some friends were hanging out at our friend Stu’s family land and checking out their old family barn. This was your stereotypical gray wood rusted tin roof barn that was half overgrown with privet and small saplings from sitting unused for twenty years, and it was on just a few acres of land nestled in between a couple of relatively new neighborhoods.
Shortly after we enter the now doorless barn we started hearing a bunch of noise outside and my buddy yells “oh shit it’s the pigs!”
My first though was, it’s the middle of the afternoon and we’re pretty deep in the woods on your family’s land. I doubt the police are out here looking to arrest some kids for smoking some weed. But, when I turned and looked he was already halfway up the ladder to the thankfully intact hay loft. Since Stu was never one to really move rapidly or climb things without provocation we quickly followed him. As last of us got up into the loft about a half dozen 100-300lb feral hogs of various color patterns came through the door and started rutting around in the barn and sniffing up in the air towards us.
We were stuck up there for half an hour or more while the pigs kept rooting around a few feet below us until they eventually lost interest and left.
While we were waiting for the pigs to leave Stu told us that they were offspring of his grandfathers old pigs who had escaped fifteen or so years ago and gone feral. They were usually nocturnal and didn’t come around often, but just happened to find us there on that day.
I think the hog situation in some parts of the US are getting flat stupid.
They were known to hang out around the various ranges and look for scraps from the MREs and throw aways from the mermite containers. Whenever we would do field problems we had to be on the look out for sign and avoid those areas.
When we went to NTC the coyotes would follow you around on post waiting for scraps. They were not at all scared of humans.
Men freely believe that which they desire.
Julius Caesar
I once got snuffled by a huge boar in the middle of the night in a sleeping bag. I don’t ever want to repeat that.
“There is no growth in the comfort zone.”--Jocko Willink
"You can never have too many knives." --Joe Ambercrombie
You can indeed slaughter a pig with a .22.
There is also a difference between slaughtering a domesticated pig in a hog chute and trying to kill a pissed off 300+ pound boar who wants to run you down and fuck your world up. They are big, mean, nasty, fuckers and they don't often turn away after being shot at or even hit, unless it's a brain shot, or breaks the spine or shoulder. This is why when I wander feral hog country, I swap from 230-grain HST to 230-grain +P XTPs. Better sectional density, higher velocity.
Also, this is the time of year to be careful in the woods if there are hogs around, the males typically rut from Nov-Jan. Apparently, daylight hours in the winter months are the most common times for boar attacks on humans - https://digitalcommons.unl.edu/icwdm_wdmconfproc/151/
Last edited by RevolverRob; 11-27-2019 at 02:34 PM.
So, does this thread invalidate the what round for Grizzly thread since pigs have a better human body count this year?
Last edited by Caballoflaco; 11-27-2019 at 06:52 PM.