Seven or so years ago I was bobwhite hunting. A big boar chased my erstwhile best dog Beau up a steep hill and over the ridge. I ran up the hill, shouting all the way. Before I got halfway up Beau came back over the ridge by himself. I was out of breath from running up hill and shouting and stopped to catch my breath. Then my puppy Molly chased a 50 pound pig out of plumb thicket. The pig came straight at me. I raised my gun when he was about five yards from me as I thought he was attacking me. Then he saw me and diverted. As he ran by I shot him in the side of the head with 7/8oz of 7-1/2s and he fell dead. He was about ten feet away when I pulled the trigger. It was a mistake to shoot that pig. To this day Molly still "hunts" hogs.
Last edited by AmarilloMike; 12/03/13 07:48 PM.
