Myfirst boar I ever shot was at the Langley's ranch. A 50 yd. shot with a 30-30. My first boar weighed about 138 at the most. That same day my father had killed a small, black, crippled pig. Since, Mr. Langley had wanted the pig out of sight, he let us kill another pig for free. While my dad waited for the Best pig to come in sight, Mr. Langley and me went to go chase the pig. We chased the pig so that we could make them go to my dad. Well, we didn't actually run after them though, we would pick up stick and break them to peices, then the hogs would run. I got so close to some of the hogs laying in the brush that I got to poke some of the Pigs with sticks! When my dad saw the perfect hog, he took his muzzle loader off of safety, looked through his scope, and BOOM! :gun4: right in it's tracks. Hit his throphy boar right in the heart. As me and Mr. Langley went to go get the camera and the 4-Wheeler, dad collected the giant, black, hog.
After we posed for a few pictures,
we headed down to Mr and Mrs. Langley's Cabin (for the guests to stay in) to skin, clean, and put the 2 hogs in the cooler. We fed the Crippled pig to the Coyotes and the Birds. After we got cleaned up we sat in the living room to watch Hunting Vidioes.
That night i dreamed about my hunting trip. From now on even if i Don't kill anything, I think all hunts are 100% the Best!!! :toast:
