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First, the coyote. I thought this was hilarious. I tried to call it in with lipsqueaking as Ben was setting up. It ran back further to a safe position. Ben asked for the distance and I guessed 200 yards. Looking at the map after the hunt, he was 200-250 yards away. Ben went to disengage his safety and it got away from him. The noise of the safety disengaging was made and was noticeable, but not anymore so than our talking, I didn't think, but that noise was the exact wrong noise for the coyote that was already on edge and it retreated back to the edge of the woods. So, I had to give him a bit of a hard time, LOL.
Before that, we dropped a nice boar jointly with two lethal shots. Ben's Maker Bullets T-Rex 85 gr. copper monolithic punched into the hog at heart level after opening immediately as it punched through the hide (large entry hole), literally severing the heart in two, breaking ribs on both sides before being trapped under the shield on the opposite side. It apparently was 100% intact or close to it because even after a fair cleaning, it weighed more than they are supposed to weigh. The bullet expanded beautifully. My Speer TNT 90 gr. bullet didn't fair too well on the weight retention, passing through shield, shoulder blade, rib, lung, spine (I could push my fingers between the vertebrae) lung, rib, shoulder blade and stopped under the shield. Both bullets seemed to do a fine job. And that is where the necropsy stuff stopped because the battery went dead on the metal detector and our later attempts to recover bullets on other hogs yielded only one T-Rex and it was like the first, expanded beautifully, slightly heavier than expected. We recovered that from the gut area and the contents of pig intestines are just nasty, but we got the bullet, LOL.
That was on a large boar that Ben shot from a sounder. His first shot was a tad off and after that, he just pumped several rounds into the hog (3 or 4) and the hog was discovered to be a mess because of the multiple wounds from T-Rex and also Speer Gold Dot. We found the one bullet and gave up on the literal mess.
The last hog was a fun 'spot and sprint' hunt. Ben spotted it. I verified the identification and noticed the hog was working away from us. We agreed that we "had to GO" and I took off leaving Ben at the truck. Being more than a decade younger than me, he caught me pretty quick, LOL. Fortunately, the hog slowed down and we were able to make a good final approach with the boar literally being yards from freedom.
We drove around for a couple more hours with no more hogs sighted and called it a night.
Before that, we dropped a nice boar jointly with two lethal shots. Ben's Maker Bullets T-Rex 85 gr. copper monolithic punched into the hog at heart level after opening immediately as it punched through the hide (large entry hole), literally severing the heart in two, breaking ribs on both sides before being trapped under the shield on the opposite side. It apparently was 100% intact or close to it because even after a fair cleaning, it weighed more than they are supposed to weigh. The bullet expanded beautifully. My Speer TNT 90 gr. bullet didn't fair too well on the weight retention, passing through shield, shoulder blade, rib, lung, spine (I could push my fingers between the vertebrae) lung, rib, shoulder blade and stopped under the shield. Both bullets seemed to do a fine job. And that is where the necropsy stuff stopped because the battery went dead on the metal detector and our later attempts to recover bullets on other hogs yielded only one T-Rex and it was like the first, expanded beautifully, slightly heavier than expected. We recovered that from the gut area and the contents of pig intestines are just nasty, but we got the bullet, LOL.
That was on a large boar that Ben shot from a sounder. His first shot was a tad off and after that, he just pumped several rounds into the hog (3 or 4) and the hog was discovered to be a mess because of the multiple wounds from T-Rex and also Speer Gold Dot. We found the one bullet and gave up on the literal mess.
The last hog was a fun 'spot and sprint' hunt. Ben spotted it. I verified the identification and noticed the hog was working away from us. We agreed that we "had to GO" and I took off leaving Ben at the truck. Being more than a decade younger than me, he caught me pretty quick, LOL. Fortunately, the hog slowed down and we were able to make a good final approach with the boar literally being yards from freedom.
We drove around for a couple more hours with no more hogs sighted and called it a night.
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