Went game ranch hunting again, but this time I brought the wife along for the weekend. She's a great sport and had a blast. Not a single complaint except that we picked a terrible Mexican restaurant for our last night and it was a dumpster fire of flavor. (Las Salsas's puts everything to shame. If you know, you know.) It was my wife's second taste of hunting, the first being when we were dating and I was deer hunting at my grandpa's farm... she helped me track and haul a dead doe up the side of the mountain in her pajamas. She was a bit on the fence about how she'd feel watching something die, but this bothered her less than running over an owl last weekend. Now she wants to go back and kill a hog herself.
Hit it at seventy yards, running through brush. Dropped it with a single shot from my favorite rifle, a stock Ruger Gunsite Scout in .308 with a Vortex Crossfire II Scout Scope. I'm two shots and two drops in to this rifle so far and loving it. It's satisfying to pull off a shot like this with minimal practice over the past few years.
Not real big, but should be pretty enough once cleaned up. Has a nice black mane. There were two of them traveling together, this Corsican and a Black Hawaiian Ram. The Hawaiian was bigger in the body but smaller in the horns.
Hornady SST's. My buddy loaded me some to try, and you can see the exit wound. They were a success. For hunting, I appreciate a good exit wound for putting down game, but I do hate not getting the smooshed bullet back to check out the expansion.
Found me a beauty in the wilderness. Yeehaw.
Came across a boar hiding in some mud while we were out stalking.
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