Sunday evening I'm sitting in a tower stand overlooking the Colorado River, it's hot, been a a long day, and I'm tempted to call it an early evening. About 8pm, approx. 75 yards below me I see this guy walking out of the river. I was caught off guard, jacked with adrenaline, and hurried my shot. Bullet entered high neck, dust flew as the bullet passed through him into the dirt, and he fell like Thor's hammer hit him. My JP Grendel and AA loaded 120 TSX are never a let down.
I thought he looked long from above, but was still surprised when we finally got down to him. He measured 260lbs. Some of the best boars I've ever shot have been in summer evenings, 90+ degrees, and about an hour before sunset. Strange.
I thought he looked long from above, but was still surprised when we finally got down to him. He measured 260lbs. Some of the best boars I've ever shot have been in summer evenings, 90+ degrees, and about an hour before sunset. Strange.
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