My weapon of decision is the Ruger Blackhawk 44 Magnum single activity pistol utilizing Barnes 44 Mag 225 grain HP manufacturing plant ammunition. Ryan Travis and the other extraordinary people at Barnes hotfooted a 44Mag ammunition to me for this chase. I thoughtfully value their help and liberality. In the event that you have a decision in your ammunition, get Barnes.
The Ruger is finished off with a picatiny rail and a Burris FastFire III red speck sight. The sight takes some becoming acclimated to so I was glad to shoot a few boxes dealing with my problems. The 44 Mag can scare yet by a wide margin, the base I would use for pigs. It doesn't take a lot to become accustomed to and pinging steel at 100 yards is easy from a seat or shooting sticks.
Following half a month of work on shooting from situated, standing, stooping positions and tree limb rests I assumed I was prepared. Rehearsing shots from odd points and positions sets you up for the unexplored world. Accept me when I say the 300 blackout ammo never collaborate and that ideal seat shot is seldom in play. It is consistently an unexpected swing left or right askew that appears to rule the last situation, basically for me.
Believing I'm good to go, I planned a pig chase at my #1 pig crushing farm, the Kaian Vista Ranch in Lometa, Texas. I was wearing a full camo ghille suit and facial covering. Similar as a turkey chase.
The shot I was arranging would be close up and individual. Sufficiently close to smell them or get gutted by a genuine bruiser of a pig!
I sat and watched each specie that strolled off Noah's Arc drop by yet not one single pig. Maybe it was a strange sort of day. Sometime thereafter we saw pics of pigs all around the opposite side of the farm. So the night chase would have been there. Watching the sun set and the light faint I never saw a pig. Well, perhaps I was busted by aroma or sound. I don't have the foggiest idea, yet tomorrow is one more day. Next morning I arrangement again settled in certain trees and brush in full camo close to a notable pig party area with not a solitary locating. I was using up all available time and persistence however I had the evening and unquestionably, I would see the pigs this time. The evening creeped up on us and soon I was out once more - appeared to be regardless of what I was on the contrary side of the farm from where pigs were. Feeling disappointed myself and the farm proprietor chose to make this a genuine chase and go out track down the pigs around evening time!
My gun good to go, we crisscrossed through the farm's open and wooded regions in the Polaris Ranger looking for the frankfurter rulers. After around 45 minutes of the lights radiating through the murkiness and uncovering each sort of natural life, PIGS! Sleeping under a solitary cedar tree around 10 pigs staggered up and began quartering away from the lights of the approaching Polaris. With my companion Devo in charge, we gave pursue. At max throttle, we moved toward the pigs and matched speed and direction, I examined the crowd for my quarry. Focused in the bobbing Polaris, BOOM! First shot missed as soil kicked up close to a sow. The pigs out of nowhere changed course and Devo moved also. The sights were challenging to track down with all the development so I just went full cattle rustler with the gun and depended on my sense shooting. A pleasant youthful hog was presently on the edge of the crowd. My new objective was in a serious rush to move away from the Ranger yet we remained on him. Almost 20 yards from the front traveler tire, I clutched the bobbing vehicle with one hand inclined out, positioned the single activity Ruger and crushed, BLAM! The 44 Mag Barnes banged into the rump of the pig sending him sideways then slipping to a stop. I truly need to deal with this shot yet the outcome was the pig was down and off to see the wizard.
High fives and clench hand knocks followed as we celebrated. Back at the campground I was cleaning the pig and setting it up for the processor to transform into a few breakfast and Italian container wiener, YUM!. While cleaning the hog I saw the slug was as yet inserted in the chest fat simply under the skin! I recuperated the slug and tidied up for assessment. The slug weighed 224.9 grains in the wake of going through the left leg of the pig, including a leg bone, into and the entire way through the body pit destroying all that in its way at last halting subsequent to conveying its last energy through the breastplate and resting in the fat just underneath the skin. That is 99.95% weight maintenance with close to consummate petals.
The very much designed Barnes ammunition took a not exactly wonderful shot and dropped the hog.