I think this was the second biggest hog I have killed. A beast something over 300 pounds colored with a white background, black spots and a reddish hair overcoating. I looked at the pictures I took with my cell phone and have to say they are pretty bad but will load them on my computer and post them tomorrow. I drove 215 miles got to the lease around 5 pm and filled feeders and put out bait piles and was done at dark. I went back to the cabin and laid down till midnite then went to sit and watch one of the hog toys that had had a lot of activity the last couple of days. There was a huge and bright moon but i used my spot light when I tried to get a shot on the first hog that came out, it spooked him immediatly so no shot. the spotlight is one of the relatively new LED Black and Decker pistol grip styles and I believe the color of light these put out spooks hogs far faster than the old halogen bulbed spotlites. So I sit there till around 2am and another hog comes up on the other side of the hog toy and I notice him because the moonlite shines off his nose. I get him in the scope as he moves downhill and walks around the hog toy and when things look right with the croshair set a bit above his elbow I shoot and the muzzle blast obscures my view. I hear and then see this hog bucking like a bull and moving off making a lot of noise as his hooves hit the ground. He gets just out of sight but I never hear him go into the brush. I sit there for 30 minutes or so and go to where he was when I shot and easily find his tracks deeply imprinted in the sand and sand kicked in the direction I last saw him moving. I follow this for 50 feet and see him lying in the tall grass. The bullet was a 140 grain Nosler Partition from my 7x57's 18.5 inch barrel, it hit just where I aimed but the hog had turned a bit to his right and away from me when I shot and it went thru his heart and out the front far side of the rib cage. I gut him and hit the sack again getting up at daylite to go to the nearest ice which is 60 miles away in Benjamin Texas, fill him with three bags and take him to my processor in Rendon. Man I'm beat.
