Thread: Three little pigs... got away!

Spent the long weekend camping with family on a friend's farm. The plot (which was pretty obvious to my wife!) was to bag a pig at dawn/dusk. Three opportunities arose and I blew them all!

1) Walking to a spot where I had planned to spend the evening. Saw a piggy at about 500 metres. Crossed a ditch and closed the gap to 200 metres which was surprising since the wind was on my back. Was preparing for a shot as I saw her nose go up and she trotted off in to the bush. Moving target, low light and the limit of my comfortable shooting range, so I held back on pulling the trigger which was the right thing to do. As I went back across the ditch, I got two boots of muddy water for my troubles, then a pretty hot electric fence to the back!

2) Following night, similar situation, but the wind was in my face. Felt a lot more confident. Pig was in/out of a ditch. When it went down in to the ditch, I edged closer. Got to within 113 metres. All nicely lined up for a shot. Thought I'd be clever and aim low for the vitals instead of my normal shoulder shot and the bullet went low missing the animal altogether! Could have taken a follow-up shot, but was convinced that it was going to fall over at any moment, so didn't pull the trigger. Pig ran back in to the bush.

3) Lunchtime on the last day. Since I missed the pig, decided to find a safe spot to check my scope zero. My wife and son came with me. After walking in to a small valley, we came face-to-face with a pig, maybe 50 metres away. No rounds in magazine and ammo pouch in bag. A lot of fumbling and noise, and of course, yet another pig disappeared before my eyes!

Weekend was a lot if fun overall. Total failure on the pig front has left me feeling a bit sorry for myself, but all fired up to give it another go and get it right!

Sounds like you used up all your bad luck in one trip, next time you go out you will get all three plus a bonus one.

Better to let them go a little bit smarter so you can shoot them later than gut shoot it.

How come you didn't have any rounds in the mag?

Originally Posted by Russian 22.

How come you didn't have any rounds in the mag?

Went off to zero scope with family in tow in the middle of a hot day. Really didn't expect to see anything. Learning point, always be ready, but stay safe.

Reminds me of the time a mate came upon a stag standing in the middle of the road while riding his Honda 90 step-thru heading for the Bog Inn car park in Pureora Forest...stopped bike, unslung 303, pulls bolt from one pocket, magazine from another, feeds a clip of 5 into it, then as he brings it to his shoulder stag walks off into the bush...attempts to follow it forgetting he is straddling bike, him and bike fall over and burns inside of leg on exhaust.

Originally Posted by MB

Went off to zero scope with family in tow in the middle of a hot day. Really didn't expect to see anything. Learning point, always be ready, but stay safe.

Yeah I fully understand not wanting a round in the chamber and safety on but with them in the mag you can at least whack one in and try to lead it while it's running

Things happen for a reason, on this occasion you could argue that they'll be bigger next time you see them.
{Which theoretically will make them harder to miss.}
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Bit of bad luck there but they will still be there and semi undisturbed so next time you will fill the freezer. Everyone misses sometimes my last shot a deer was a clean miss.

let me guess??? the third piggy went WEE WEE WEE all the way home LOL.
the pork will taste all the better when you get back next time.

Brilliant two stuff ups and then you take witnesses for the third good on you for getting out there though you should get a lot of miles out of that weekend

Originally Posted by Sideshow

Brilliant two stuff ups and then you take witnesses for the third

That made me laugh out loud, so thanks for that

Sometimes it do be like that.

We were track cutting yesterday for the pest trapper. My son went ahead to start and came face to face with 3 big red stags. After looking at him for a while they trotted deeper into the bush.