This last weekend, my wife, son, and I traveled from our home in northeast Georgia to visit her grandparents in Florida. My son and I took the opportunity to hunt hogs on a nearby preserve Sunday morning.
We arrived before daylight, under the threat of heavy rain and thunderstorms. Fortunately we would be hunting from an elevated stand with a roof over looking a feeder. This would be my son's first attempt at a hog, and he would have first shot.
After about an hour on stand, two hogs emerged from the palmettos, and approached the feeder. My son dropped the larger of the two at 35 yards with a single 160 grain FTX from his 30/30 rifle.
This was his first hog, and it weighed 130 lbs.
We remained on stand through intermittent rain showers, some of them heavy at times. Later in the morning, a group of 5 hogs trotted through the sandy opening we were watching. When a larger boar paused at 63 yards, I dropped him with a 250 grain Partition from my .44 Super Blackhawk.
He weighed 161 lbs
My shot was where I wanted it, and the hog dropped,but he lingered and wiggled on. Growing impatient with his demise, I put another bullet in him as he lay on his side. Neither bullet exited, and I suspect I will find at least one of them when I work up the meat.
This brief 4 hour hunt with my son really hit the spot, and I enjoyed it as much as any other I can recall.
