Guess I will start. Racksmasher and I drove down to the wilderness last Sunday.This is our 4th year making this trip and each year it just gets better. We spent the evening catching up with old friends . We had a great supper followed by some more conversation and libations. Up bright and early a few cups of coffee and a hardy breakfast it was time to hit the woods. One of our guys wanted to try handgun hunting so I loaned him my 44sbhh. A few test shots at a stump and we were off. After the first few stalks it was evident the animals were very wary and this wasn't going to be easy. Try as we might we.couldnt close the deal for our first time handgun hunter. 1 PM and no blood drawn from our group
After lunch he opted to hunt with his rifle .3 hours of hard hunting we finally had 3 boar down, making me the last one yet to draw blood . I was thinking I might not shoot that day.
5 PM 80 degrees finds me wandering the back edge of the property with my 480 ruger srh . The guide and I crest a knoll in time to see a pretty good group of pigs drop over into the next ravine. With a few years down there I guessed the pigs would make for the higher ground so I took off up the saddle to a spot where two ravines come together hoping to cut them off.
I slowed to a crawl breaking the ridge and started scanning the bench below . No pigs to be seen. I eased down the bench trying to get closer to the edge so I could watch the ravine. Covering half the distance I hear rustling and rocks crunching over the edge . I'm to late. I watch a group of pigs cross the ridge on the far side of the ravine . Leaning against a tree thinking of what to do next and catching my breath I hear more noise in the ravine. With just enough time to plant my feet and get my 480 up on my trigger sticks a small group of pigs broke on my side of the ravine. At 40 yds broadside the lead pig and the biggest froze in place. Looking over all the pigs I put my red dot on the boars neck,cocked the hammer and squeased off my shot. The boar tipped over on it's back,feet in the air rolling off the edge . Never assuming a pig is down I took off to find my boar . Reaching the edge I can hear thrashing in the bottom . Over the edge sliding in the leaves and acorns from tree to tree I make my way to the bottom to find my boar laying in the stream bottom . He had rolled 70 or so feet down. Not good news for the guide. After an hour or so of winching and pulling we had him up to the kubota. So it was a one shot kill 480 ruger srh hunter a cast hollowpoint bullet dropping at 392gr over 12.5 gr of hs6. This was the best trip I had a great time with racksmasher and the others. Looking forward to next year.