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They will do that.
can't read the article

was it a bite to a major artery?
Originally Posted by KFWA
can't read the article

was it a bite to a major artery?


Femoral artery.
I never assume an animal is expired and always give them ample time to do so.
wow, yea, I think after hearing that I'd give Mr. Boar a couple of extra love taps before I got close.
Originally Posted by KFWA
wow, yea, I think after hearing that I'd give Mr. Boar a couple of extra love taps before I got close.

I shot one just like that (imported wild Russian boar) up in the mountains of Vermont. The hounds chased him right past me. I moved aside when I saw it coming down the trail towards me, and it ran right past me for the stream below. The dogs caught up at the stream. It turned to fight them, and I plugged him through the heart with one shot from my Winchester 94 (chambered in .444 Marlin) at about 25 or 30 yards. Blew his heart up, but he kept fighting for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped dead as a door nail.

Very exciting hunt. The hound handler checked for life by touching his eyes to see if it blinked. It didn't. It was about 250 pounds. Those tusks are quite dangerous.
Originally Posted by The_Real_Hawkeye
Originally Posted by KFWA
wow, yea, I think after hearing that I'd give Mr. Boar a couple of extra love taps before I got close.

I shot one just like that (imported wild Russian boar) up in the mountains of Vermont. The hounds chased him right past me. I moved aside when I saw it coming down the trail towards me, and it ran right past me for the stream below. The dogs caught up at the stream. It turned to fight them, and I plugged him through the heart with one shot from my Winchester 94 (chambered in .444 Marlin) at about 25 or 30 yards. Blew his heart up, but he kept fighting for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped dead as a door nail.

Very exciting hunt. The hound handler checked for life by touching his eyes to see if it blinked. It didn't. It was about 250 pounds. Those tusks are quite dangerous.

That sounds like a good time, where in Vermont
Originally Posted by Irving_D
Originally Posted by The_Real_Hawkeye
Originally Posted by KFWA
wow, yea, I think after hearing that I'd give Mr. Boar a couple of extra love taps before I got close.

I shot one just like that (imported wild Russian boar) up in the mountains of Vermont. The hounds chased him right past me. I moved aside when I saw it coming down the trail towards me, and it ran right past me for the stream below. The dogs caught up at the stream. It turned to fight them, and I plugged him through the heart with one shot from my Winchester 94 (chambered in .444 Marlin) at about 25 or 30 yards. Blew his heart up, but he kept fighting for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped dead as a door nail.

Very exciting hunt. The hound handler checked for life by touching his eyes to see if it blinked. It didn't. It was about 250 pounds. Those tusks are quite dangerous.

That sounds like a good time, where in Vermont

Way up north in the high country. I cannot remember the town it was near.
Last spring we were trying to head off hogs going through a fence in a field to another pasture. They were gathered up in a bunch waiting to cross, and we were still a ways off.

Decided to take a shot before they all got away. Shot at the biggest one I could see, hoping to hit others with a pass through. Judging from the squeals, a few were hit, but the big boar turned and started running down the fence line right at us. No problem... There were 3 of us, right?

Despite rifle fire, he only seemed to speed up... We finally dropped him with a head shot at about 40 yards.

Large animals heading directly to you will get your attention. eek
Originally Posted by The_Real_Hawkeye
Originally Posted by KFWA
wow, yea, I think after hearing that I'd give Mr. Boar a couple of extra love taps before I got close.

I shot one just like that (imported wild Russian boar) up in the mountains of Vermont. The hounds chased him right past me. I moved aside when I saw it coming down the trail towards me, and it ran right past me for the stream below. The dogs caught up at the stream. It turned to fight them, and I plugged him through the heart with one shot from my Winchester 94 (chambered in .444 Marlin) at about 25 or 30 yards. Blew his heart up, but he kept fighting for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped dead as a door nail.

Very exciting hunt. The hound handler checked for life by touching his eyes to see if it blinked. It didn't. It was about 250 pounds. Those tusks are quite dangerous.




A Florida Boy hunting hogs in Vermont!

That's America!


Was it a side hunt?
Gotta ask how that came to be?
They will fuuuck you up



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Originally Posted by rockinbbar
Last spring we were trying to head off hogs going through a fence in a field to another pasture. They were gathered up in a bunch waiting to cross, and we were still a ways off.

Decided to take a shot before they all got away. Shot at the biggest one I could see, hoping to hit others with a pass through. Judging from the squeals, a few were hit, but the big boar turned and started running down the fence line right at us. No problem... There were 3 of us, right?

Despite rifle fire, he only seemed to speed up... We finally dropped him with a head shot at about 40 yards.

Large animals heading directly to you will get your attention. eek

all that excitement. I've killed how many hundreds of them. Never had had that much excitement.

They will slash with tusks. One has to be careful we know that.

But yet 99.9% of them are nothing. Get shot.. Run a bit and fall over.
Originally Posted by hanco
They will fuuuck you up



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dayum...turned that guy into the Predator
Originally Posted by rost495
Originally Posted by rockinbbar
Last spring we were trying to head off hogs going through a fence in a field to another pasture. They were gathered up in a bunch waiting to cross, and we were still a ways off.

Decided to take a shot before they all got away. Shot at the biggest one I could see, hoping to hit others with a pass through. Judging from the squeals, a few were hit, but the big boar turned and started running down the fence line right at us. No problem... There were 3 of us, right?

Despite rifle fire, he only seemed to speed up... We finally dropped him with a head shot at about 40 yards.

Large animals heading directly to you will get your attention. eek

all that excitement. I've killed how many hundreds of them. Never had had that much excitement.

They will slash with tusks. One has to be careful we know that.

But yet 99.9% of them are nothing. Get shot.. Run a bit and fall over.



IIRC, I have that recorded onboard my thermal.

I'll have to hook it up to my computer and see.
Bet is was a 6.5 Creed with Sierras......
Originally Posted by Dillonbuck

A Florida Boy hunting hogs in Vermont!

That's America!


Was it a side hunt?
Gotta ask how that came to be?

I was living on Long Island at the time. I worked the gun counter at a small hunting/fishing/camping store there, and a coworker/friend of mine at the time invited me to join him on a wild boar hunt up in Vermont. These weren't feral hogs, but pure wild Russian boar.

Sadly, I accidentally deleted the high resolution version of this shot when I created a thumbnail version:

[Linked Image]

Yes, before you ask, I'm actually strong enough to hold it in the air with one arm like a bass. grin
They sure try to tear through the fence to get at you if you catch them! I wish I could post videos
Yeah, sorry about the tragic event. It’s also hunting 101, though similar events can happen.

Even when I shoot a deer & it goes right down, I like to wait 15 minutes before walking up.

Hunting in Europe, I doubt if he carried a 308 semi-auto,
Originally Posted by CrowRifle
Bet is was a 6.5 Creed with Sierras......

And a 700 action...
Back on topic, this is why hunting hogs is my favorite pastime. Sort of a poor man's M'Bogo.. and they sure as hell eat good!
I haven’t killed hundreds of them, but I’ve killed a bunch. Only had two that wanted to kill me back. But, they will…especially those w lots of Russian in them. They are alphas.
Originally Posted by rockinbbar
Last spring we were trying to head off hogs going through a fence in a field to another pasture. They were gathered up in a bunch waiting to cross, and we were still a ways off.

Decided to take a shot before they all got away. Shot at the biggest one I could see, hoping to hit others with a pass through. Judging from the squeals, a few were hit, but the big boar turned and started running down the fence line right at us. No problem... There were 3 of us, right?

Despite rifle fire, he only seemed to speed up... We finally dropped him with a head shot at about 40 yards.

Large animals heading directly to you will get your attention. eek


No doubt Barry !
I’ve had two wounded boars try to get up and hook me as I approached. Put both down with a 45 acp 1911 using a 250 gr WFP LBT Hard Cast bullet through the skull.
Another tried to get up and get my little brother and my nephew and I put it down with a Glock 20 10mm using the Buffalo Boar 220 gr Outdoorsman Factory Hard Cast Load.
Originally Posted by rost495
Originally Posted by rockinbbar
Last spring we were trying to head off hogs going through a fence in a field to another pasture. They were gathered up in a bunch waiting to cross, and we were still a ways off.

Decided to take a shot before they all got away. Shot at the biggest one I could see, hoping to hit others with a pass through. Judging from the squeals, a few were hit, but the big boar turned and started running down the fence line right at us. No problem... There were 3 of us, right?

Despite rifle fire, he only seemed to speed up... We finally dropped him with a head shot at about 40 yards.

Large animals heading directly to you will get your attention. eek

all that excitement. I've killed how many hundreds of them. Never had had that much excitement.

They will slash with tusks. One has to be careful we know that.

But yet 99.9% of them are nothing. Get shot.. Run a bit and fall over.


Kind of like bleck bears.
Originally Posted by chlinstructor

Another tried to get up and get my little brother and my nephew and I put it down with a Glock 20 10mm using the Buffalo Boar 220 gr Outdoorsman Factory Hard Cast Load.

Glock warns against lead bullets. Have you had any troubles linked to their use?


This one damn near got me, he came out of the brush, chasing my dog, where the hell do you think my dog went? right behind my legs, we had a fast draw contest , I won. Rio7

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Originally Posted by RIO7


This one damn near got me, he came out of the brush, chasing my dog, where the hell do you think my dog went? right behind my legs, we had a fast draw contest , I won. Rio7

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Things can get Western PDQ!

When I was in high school we were coon hunting late one night, and our blue heeler took off after something...

He returned to us shortly with several javalinas hot on his tail! They treed us all. grin

No javalinas were harmed. laugh
Good job.
Originally Posted by Mike_S
Originally Posted by KFWA
can't read the article

was it a bite to a major artery?


Femoral artery.


This is bad news! After seeing a few black bear in our area last year and reading about the guy being bit by a rapid coyote in NC recently, it's time to get a comfortable holster.
Originally Posted by mwarren
Originally Posted by Mike_S
Originally Posted by KFWA
can't read the article

was it a bite to a major artery?


Femoral artery.


This is bad news! After seeing a few black bear in our area last year and reading about the guy being bit by a rapid coyote in NC recently, it's time to get a comfortable holster.

Black bears can mess you up, too.
Was a member here around a hog attack in Texas somewhere?

His hunting partner went into some thick stuff after a shot Boar and got his legs ripped up. Seems like the member here was a Doctor?
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A young lad on GON [georgia outdoor news] website, claimed he'd been attacked by wild boars several times when out hunting. This was when the 1,000 lb. killer hog from hell was on the Discovery channel. His story, he supposedly shot his way out of the woods.

Someone read his previous posts and discovered he was only 13 years old, smile young teen imagination I guess.
Got this one opening day. A trend last couple years. Not an over -large hog but darn big tusks for its size. Glad I took it out.
Always exciting to see some actually in shooting light where I am.
So many times I drop them but have to put in a finisher.
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Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went.
I've never been hod hunting, so does anybody ever were leather chaps while hunting them in thick cover?
JeffA

laugh laugh laugh WOW,,, Best story I've heard in a LONG TIME !!!!

Big grin on my face !!!!!!!!!
Originally Posted by hanco
They will fuuuck you up



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There was a guy in Alabama last year that was going in to stab the SOB and one of the catch dogs lost its grip. His face was split open like that , he had to be airlifted and had he not he was a goner.

European Boars are on a different level then what we have here running wild.
I have hunted them for three decades with very few incidents. I shoot the bastards dead. I don't catch them with dogs, stab them with a knife or wrestle those nasty critters. The few close calls I had were mostly me being in their way.
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went.




Dang Jeff! Awesome story.
Yes, I always thought the 308 or 444 Marlin was the quintessential hog gun. They have enough ooomph when the big bruisers come by.
We have a piggy problem here.
Damn things are rooting and ripping the ground up in the pasture.
A couple experiences with moose taught me to put in an insurance shot from a few yards out, then do the muzzle to the eye thing on close approach. Adrenaline shakes will do that..... smile

I've always been a bit more careful with the black bears I've shot than I started out to be with moose.


I have recounted both moose experiences here at least twice each.

Feral hogs and wild boar would be on another level entirely, up there with the bears or big cats.
Originally Posted by Blu_Cs
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went.




Dang Jeff! Awesome story.


Yep, a winner in several categories.
I'd suppose I really don't wanna know what all those categories may be 😉
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went


Great story.
Originally Posted by The_Real_Hawkeye
Originally Posted by chlinstructor

Another tried to get up and get my little brother and my nephew and I put it down with a Glock 20 10mm using the Buffalo Boar 220 gr Outdoorsman Factory Hard Cast Load.

Glock warns against lead bullets. Have you had any troubles linked to their use?


Never. But I only shoot Hard Cast bullets. None of those soft swaged ones.
Originally Posted by chlinstructor
Originally Posted by The_Real_Hawkeye
Originally Posted by chlinstructor

Another tried to get up and get my little brother and my nephew and I put it down with a Glock 20 10mm using the Buffalo Boar 220 gr Outdoorsman Factory Hard Cast Load.

Glock warns against lead bullets. Have you had any troubles linked to their use?

Never. But I only shoot Hard Cast bullets. None of those soft swaged ones.
Makes sense.
I wonder if the Italian guy was bitten, or if the hog stuck him with a tusk.
I had no idea that there was wild hog hunting in Italy.

Interesting story, I have shot about 15 of them in the Georgia swamps. Love to put a ham from a 95 pound sow in the smoker with some pecan wood. Best meat I ever ate.
Originally Posted by simonkenton7
I wonder if the Italian guy was bitten, or if the hog stuck him with a tusk.
I had no idea that there was wild hog hunting in Italy.

Interesting story, I have shot about 15 of them in the Georgia swamps. Love to put a ham from a 95 pound sow in the smoker with some pecan wood. Best meat I ever ate.

Oh, wild boar hunting is a huge tradition in Italy, and all over Europe. They are more pure wild blooded boar over there than here, though.
Originally Posted by 257 roberts
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went


Great story.



Reading that story anyone else have the Doors "The End" playing in their head?





Originally Posted by The_Real_Hawkeye
Originally Posted by chlinstructor

Another tried to get up and get my little brother and my nephew and I put it down with a Glock 20 10mm using the Buffalo Boar 220 gr Outdoorsman Factory Hard Cast Load.

Glock warns against lead bullets. Have you had any troubles linked to their use?


I shoot the 220 gr. Underwood Ammo hard cast with the Hi-Tek coating in my G20 with zero issues. Yes, a 220 gr. hard cast flat point at 1200 fps buckles a hog nicely.
Originally Posted by Birdwatcher
Originally Posted by Blu_Cs
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went.




Dang Jeff! Awesome story.


Yep, a winner in several categories.


Having lived in Florida and hunted there I would not be surprised about anything happening in the wilds. Beautiful place I miss it and hope to retire there.
Originally Posted by kenjs1



Reading that story anyone else have the Doors "The End" playing in their head?




After re-reading how I told the story I'd have to say more folks may have been hearing Dueling Banjos playing in the background.
Obviously COVID-19 related death....
Originally Posted by Oldelkhunter
Originally Posted by Birdwatcher
Originally Posted by Blu_Cs
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went.




Dang Jeff! Awesome story.


Yep, a winner in several categories.


Having lived in Florida and hunted there I would not be surprised about anything happening in the wilds. Beautiful place I miss it and hope to retire there.


Lot's of pigs in Florida.
Hernando de Soto is known to have introduced Eurasian domestic swine to Florida in year 1539, although Juan Ponce de León may have introduced the first pigs into mainland Florida in 1521. The practice of introducing domestic pigs into the New World persisted throughout the exploration periods of the 16th and 17th centuries.
Originally Posted by kenjs1
Originally Posted by 257 roberts
Originally Posted by JeffA

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went


Great story.



Reading that story anyone else have the Doors "The End" playing in their head.



More like "Dueling Banjos" from Deliverance. smile
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went.




Must of been a advanced class at the Chainsaw College
Originally Posted by RIO7


This one damn near got me, he came out of the brush, chasing my dog, where the hell do you think my dog went? right behind my legs, we had a fast draw contest , I won. Rio7

[Linked Image from i.imgur.com]

And what did it finish off? Handgun or rifle?

Looks like John Dillinger's face. He had the exit wound of the bullet at the same location of his face.


Elmer Keith, .45 LC 1873 Colt, don't remember what ammo i was using, but it worked, 1 and done. Rio7
Originally Posted by simonkenton7
I wonder if the Italian guy was bitten, or if the hog stuck him with a tusk.
I had no idea that there was wild hog hunting in Italy.

Interesting story, I have shot about 15 of them in the Georgia swamps. Love to put a ham from a 95 pound sow in the smoker with some pecan wood. Best meat I ever ate.


I used to see them from the train in Italy, biggest one I saw looked to be great dane sized in height.
We ate little "cingihale" baked whole in loaf pans, in a village named pienza.
Friggin' Italians know what food should taste like.
Originally Posted by akasparky
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

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Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went.




Must of been a advanced class at the Chainsaw College

That story needs to be published somewhere. Reminds me a little of a book that I read like forty years ago titled The Witchery of Archery.
Anyone who has hunted hogs with dogs has stories, some can be really horrific. My best one with almost the right outcome involved water also. We had a good boar bayed up on a canal bank so I had my catch dog on a leash running getting pulled to the action. About that time the boar breaks cover heading for the canal so I turned Spook loose on him. Well they both made it into the canal and the hogs front leg got in between the dogs cut collar and body. Needless to say I jumped - slipped into the water to save my dog with only a Buck knife on my side. Well I slid right to the hog and had no choice but to grab the hogs ear with my right hand and that pretty much took my ability to grab my knife out of the equation. I'm not actually sure how everything went down after that, but the hog got his footing tore loose and stomped me good and cut my left hand thumb up pretty good. As soon as the hog left the water the dogs bayed him up again and the rest is history.


This S.O.B. tried to eat one of my English Pointers, when we were hunting Quail. Rio7

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Winner of the "I'm more Rednecker than you" category!!!
Originally Posted by JeffA
Originally Posted by kenjs1



Reading that story anyone else have the Doors "The End" playing in their head?




After re-reading how I told the story I'd have to say more folks may have been hearing Dueling Banjos playing in the background.



Winner of the "I'm more Rednecker than you" category!!!
Originally Posted by RIO7


This S.O.B. tried to eat one of my English Pointers, when we were hunting Quail. Rio7

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Let's get a close up on that gun.
I chase hogs every year in TX with archery equipment. We always give them time to bleed out and haven’t had a problem with a skewered hog. We have twice however had big boars find the hog or deer blood trails before us and go to town. On both occasions, the boar opened up the body cavity and ate all guts and organs. It even looked like the blood had been licked up. Hearing the grunting and tearing of flesh nearby is something. Truly a Hannibal Story. Big boars can be brutal.

I’ve often thought about those incidents as I claw my way through the Texas thorns at night leaving my own blood spoor, or when dragging out a downed animal. It reminds me I am alive:)


The Real Hawk Eye,

Got a pair of them,take your pick. Rio7

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Originally Posted by RIO7

The Real Hawk Eye,

Got a pair of them,take your pick. Rio7

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Those are nice, Blue! smile
The hammer on that top gun looks wonky.
I hit a decent sized hog with a 190 SMK out of a 300 WM one night at maybe 60 yards. It was a quartering away shot and when we went looking for it one of the ranchers who was with us got charged by it. He ended up putting 4-5 shots from his 1911 into and it died pretty much at his feet.

My ex brother in law who was working as a paramedic got a call one time to treat a guy who went into the brush after a pig. Pig came out of the brush right between the patients legs and hooked him on the inside of the thigh. Ex Brother in law saved him, but said it could of went either way.
Originally Posted by RIO7

The Real Hawk Eye,

Got a pair of them,take your pick. Rio7

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Very nice. What are we looking at?
Originally Posted by RIO7


This S.O.B. tried to eat one of my English Pointers, when we were hunting Quail. Rio7

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You get extra pints for spotted hogs!!!
Originally Posted by elkaddict
I chase hogs every year in TX with archery equipment. We always give them time to bleed out and haven’t had a problem with a skewered hog. We have twice however had big boars find the hog or deer blood trails before us and go to town. On both occasions, the boar opened up the body cavity and ate all guts and organs. It even looked like the blood had been licked up. Hearing the grunting and tearing of flesh nearby is something. Truly a Hannibal Story. Big boars can be brutal.

I’ve often thought about those incidents as I claw my way through the Texas thorns at night leaving my own blood spoor, or when dragging out a downed animal. It reminds me I am alive:)




I’ve killed many with a bow, they die quick i I make a good shot.

Sometimes I don’t, don’t go look without shotgun and buckshot


Hawkeye, You wanted a closer look at the pistol on the spotted pig, here's a closer look .45 LC's. Rio7
The guys father watched him die, nothing could be worse than that… I grieve for the father and the family of this young man.
Originally Posted by RIO7


Hawkeye, You wanted a closer look at the pistol on the spotted pig, here's a closer look .45 LC's. Rio7



Maybe what brand?

Colt, USFA?

Excellent case colors! Nice stags too!
Originally Posted by rockinbbar
Originally Posted by RIO7


Hawkeye, You wanted a closer look at the pistol on the spotted pig, here's a closer look .45 LC's. Rio7



Maybe what brand?

Colt, USFA?

Excellent case colors! Nice stags too!

Yes. That's what I was asking for. I'm assuming either USFA or Standard Manufacturing. Not likely Colt, since the sides of the hammers are color case hardened and they haven't done that since the 19th Century.


Hawkeye, Sorry i misunderstood, Freedom Arms, Tuned and case hardened by Turnbull. Rio7
F'k a hog. The last thing that the last human will ever remember is a pig eating his guts
Originally Posted by RIO7


Hawkeye, Sorry i misunderstood, Freedom Arms, Tuned and case hardened by Turnbull. Rio7

I never would have guessed. They look like SAA revolvers.
The last thing the last human will remember is a hog eating his guts. Good one.

That's all that will be left, hogs, and cockroaches.
Originally Posted by JeffA
Originally Posted by kenjs1



Reading that story anyone else have the Doors "The End" playing in their head?




After re-reading how I told the story I'd have to say more folks may have been hearing Dueling Banjos playing in the background.


Good movie. Maybe a hog got Ned down?? Made him squeal like a pig!



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Originally Posted by RIO7


Hawkeye, Sorry i misunderstood, Freedom Arms, Tuned and case hardened by Turnbull. Rio7

I never thought that Freedom Arms would build Single Action revolvers with a classic appearance. Even the shape of the top strap seems exactly like original Colts or their derivatives.
Originally Posted by chlinstructor
Italian hunter dies after suffering fatal bite from boar he shot: report

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Such a tragic event. I'd have made sure he can't move his body again before getting closer.
Originally Posted by ltppowell
F'k a hog. The last thing that the last human will ever remember is a pig eating his guts

Happened a lot during the Civil War. frown
Originally Posted by ElmerKeith
Originally Posted by RIO7


Hawkeye, Sorry i misunderstood, Freedom Arms, Tuned and case hardened by Turnbull. Rio7

I never thought that Freedom Arms would build Single Action revolvers with a classic appearance. Even the shape of the top strap seems exactly like original Colts or their derivatives.

Yeah, but look at the thickness of that top strap...


Not a expert on Colt single actions, but both of these shoot good enough to carry while hunting, that's all i care about. Rio7
I've been hooked on hog hunting since once charged me about 40 plus years ago. Folks here at our lease in Ga think I'm nuts because I prefer hunting them to deer. Taste better, too... smile


jorge1, There are a lot of hunters that would rather hunt and eat pigs than deer, Rio7
Originally Posted by simonkenton7
The last thing the last human will remember is a hog eating his guts. Good one.

That's all that will be left, hogs, and cockroaches.


…and coyotes, there will also be coyotes.
Originally Posted by simonkenton7
The last thing the last human will remember is a hog eating his guts. Good one.

That's all that will be left, hogs, and cockroaches.


There was a good ol' boy in the little rural town in north Arkansas where I grew up who would say, "I ain't had this much fun since the hogs ate my little brother." Sometimes I think he meant it, too. grin

L.W.
Wild hog, especially a sow, is better than venison, and I love venison. Puy that ham on the smoker with some pecan wood. mmmmmgood!
Originally Posted by simonkenton7
Wild hog, especially a sow, is better than venison, and I love venison. Puy that ham on the smoker with some pecan wood. mmmmmgood!

You’re fuggin high
Originally Posted by JeffA
Growing up in the swamps of Central Florida, I killed my share.
Had a couple that were pretty dammed exciting at the time of the kill, now they are just more like interesting memories.

We had them all around us, always kept one in the freezer, just took them as needed. We called them wild boar but I suppose they were feral hogs, they were all black, they all had tusks.

I gonna bore ya with some details to set this up so you might understand how I wound up in the predicament I did.

At the ripe age of 14 I'd landed a job with a real estate developer that was subdivding a island in Tsala Apopka Lake.
The island had a small cabin on it that I'd cleaned up and setup as my personal camping/hunting hangout. By water, it was about 8 or 10 miles from our home.

I pulled up to 'my' cabin one day and there was a big f'in Lots For Sale sign nailed up, I gathered all my gear from the cabin, loaded my little skiff and hauled azz home.
2 hours later this realtor dude pulls up in our backyard in his boat claiming I'd stolen his stuff.
He'd seen me leaving with my loaded skiff and hunted me down.

We argued, we talked, 45 minutes later I was employed by him.

He had needs, he needed a barge that'd haul a tractor, I knew where one was scuttled in the swamp.
He needed someone wasn't afraid of snakes and spiders and such to help with his surveyors. They were just starting to break the island up into lots and there were 3 monuments they needed to find that were submerged due to high-water.

My job was to wade around barefooted in chest deep water feeling for these 3 inch round brass monuments with my feet while staying clear of the occasional snakes and gators that were there.

Nuttin' to it, I was his man.

I worked throughout the entire survey cutting through 6 to 10 foot high old growth palmetto creating acer and a half lots out of a 30 acer island.

Once the survey was complete we had to cut 10ft wide trails down every lot line and build docks were every other lot line met the water.
Other than the survey company, that was long gone, I was the only one that knew where everything was, he let me hire two guys to help and away we went cutting through the palmettos and building the docks.

I had to take my boat to work everyday, Tsala Apopka Lake is mostly made up of Sawgrass and shallow lillypads with a small percentage of open lakes.

Here is a image of the island we developed, the small kicker trails or canals tie everything together, the upper right of this image shows a canal disappearing into the hazy horizon, that's the one I traveled everyday to get to work.

[Linked Image from ap.rdcpix.com]

Still with me? lol

Every night I took home half a dozen machetes and two homelite chainsaws to sharpen for the following days work.

So it was a typical morning and I was rippin' down the kicker trails heading to work in my little 12ft flatbottom skiff and I came up on this nice 250 pound or so hog swimming the trail I was in.

I didn't have a gun, I kept a 12ga. on the island for a snake gun, all I had in the skiff was the machetes and chainsaws.

I got up beside him cutting him off from the shallow area beside the kicker trail and started hacking away with one of the freshly sharpened machetes.
The cuts were deep but he kept swimming and I kept circling him keeping him in deeper water and I kept hacking away at him.

He kept trying to get to the shallows where his rear legs could touch the bottom. If he were to make it, he'd be able to cover ground more quickly and there was a palmetto laden island about 50 yards away. The wounds I was inflicting on him would eventually be fatal but I didn't have the time to wait on him to bleed out and then drag him outta the dam palmetto.

I just couldn't get the machete through his backbone but I kept tryin', I was a 85 pound 14 year old skinny little fu_cker.

There just wasn't nothing vital on the back side of his backbone to stop him.

The hog started getting desperate and was trying to get in the skiff with me. If I let him hook a leg over the edge of my little boat he'd of turned me over for sure.

I had to keep a hand on the tiller to keep the boat maneuvered to both keep him in deep water and be able to keep him close enough to chop on while keeping him from trying to climb in with me.

We were both growing pretty tired of the entire event, him probably more so than me considering he had huge gashes in his back from his ears down to the hump on his back.

I only had one option at that point, I fired up one of the homelite chainsaws. It took a couple attempts but once I got that bar sunk in him good he was done.

I drug him over to the shore of the little island he'd been trying to get to and with the boat tipped on its side I was able to wrestle him in and off to work I went.

The other guys were already on the island waiting on me to show up with the tools when I arrived.
They were giving me some odd looks as I pulled up to the dock, they were like 'dude you're all bloody', that chainsaw had me covered with blood spray. I was on a bit of a adrenal rush I guess and really hadn't taken notice.

Jumped in the lake and cleaned up and off to work I went.




What was the point in going through all of that? Seems a bit unhinged.
Seems like I remember reading about the same thing happening somewhere in the USA years ago.
Kill them all

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