back in 1964, while hog hunting near St Augustine in Palm Valley, one of the boys with us got his leg ripped open like a watermelon. Knee to crotch. He JUST missed losing the 'lads'.
I don't mess around with hogs. I kill them with something that I know will knock them about and down. My skill set is just fine, but I ain't using no damn .22 on hogs.
That being said, I have dispatched a huge number of bunnies, squirrels and feral cats with the CB .22, both longs and shorts.
