I took my middle child, Lauren, hunting over the weekend. We sat & watched a feeder Saturday evening.
We were at our place north of Pleasanton.
About 5pm, this spooky-looking, spooky-acting boar comes out alone.
We were wanting a deer, but I figured nothing would come with this old surly boar here.
I ask Lauren if she could hit him in the head, as she was shooting a .222.
She said yes and that is what she did, dropping him in his tracks.
It was a 75 yard shot.
She is super excited as you can see by the pic.
The next morning we hunt again and see a total of 10 deer,
but none come in close for Lauren to shoot. The closest ones are at 300+ yards.
After the morning hunt we just kind of goof off at the ranch for a little while.
She loves her little Ruger Bearcat. She calls it "her baby".
This pic I call "Gaze into the Eyes of a Killer":
We were at our place north of Pleasanton.
About 5pm, this spooky-looking, spooky-acting boar comes out alone.
We were wanting a deer, but I figured nothing would come with this old surly boar here.
I ask Lauren if she could hit him in the head, as she was shooting a .222.
She said yes and that is what she did, dropping him in his tracks.
It was a 75 yard shot.
She is super excited as you can see by the pic.
The next morning we hunt again and see a total of 10 deer,
but none come in close for Lauren to shoot. The closest ones are at 300+ yards.
After the morning hunt we just kind of goof off at the ranch for a little while.
She loves her little Ruger Bearcat. She calls it "her baby".
This pic I call "Gaze into the Eyes of a Killer":
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