I watched ET bust his with his Sharps .44-90, and the 400+ gr bullet knocked the crap oughta it. It went down immediately, with blood spurting from both entrance & exit.

I got to see an interesting scene a minute later; as I was looking back, ET stood there watching the downed pig. In the morning sunlight, a cloud of blackpowder smoke hung in the air 15-20 feet off the ground, testifying to the event. smile


"...the designer of the .270 Ingwe cartridge!..."