Dumb thing happened when hunting pigs...
Dave, my hunting partner, and I went early, before dawn, to await the daylight march of several pigs that were rooting for grubs and tearing a bunch of anti-personnel holes in lanes throughout my tall timber. We set up on the side of an earthen mound made from the dirt removed when forming a shallow wetland/wallow from which to drink for deer and wildlife. A ground "blind" so to speak and fully exposed.
On my back, I had settled into the bank and was looking for holes in my eyelids when Dave breathed "There's a hog!" I rolled to my left just as Dave cut loose with his BAR 338. In the muzzle flash I saw a great big old boar hog about four feet away from the muzzle and the lights went out!
Blinded by the muzzle flash and deafened by the BAR, I could see nothing and was practically deaf, but heard Dave say quite distinctly "Here HE COMES!" and with that the two of us jumped up and started dancing from one foot to the other trying not to get gored by or step on this mortally wounded but very pissed off boar that was bound and determined to use our place on earth as his escape route.
The story Dave tells is he heard the boar lapping up the water it was so close. He settled the 3X9 scope on the hide, which he could see with his eyes, but there was no distinguishing the reticle in the starlight from the darkness by the waterhole. So, he raised the rifle, got the reticle centered by starlight, and lowered the bore until it was even with the center of boar mass and let one go through the boiler room.
We didn't get any other piggy culprits that morning, but we did come away with a grin and a better appreciation for TREE STANDS.
