The piggies had changed their feeding schedule to early morning, so I hopped out of bed nice and early first thing this morning and parked myself in a blind overlooking a feeder. Sure enough, right around 5am, a sounder of about 6 came thundering in for breakfast. They were running all over the place so I quit trying to track them, held the rifle in about the center of their activity, and waited until one of them stopped right where I as aiming. The 95 grain Nosler sailed out of my Savage Axis .243, entered his right ear and departed out his throat, leaving a very large wound. He didn't even wiggle. By the time the dust settled, all his buddies were gone. I stayed for another hour, but no more hogs showed up. One more down, thousands and thousands left to go.

Early to bed,
early to rise.

One single shot and,
another pig dies!

Good work, keep going after the rest of them.

Nice

Yep.

'One shot....One Squeal'

I think that Nosler knocked his squealer out as it passed through his throat! No squealing, no thrashing; just too busy dying!

Your freezer should be getting pretty full. Good job.

I have two freezers that are both totally full, Michael, and I'm donating the remains of this and other feral hogs to the buzzards and 'yotes of the area. Sad, but I just don't have any use for it and can't even give it away to neighbors.

No doubt! Good job, keep on killing them. We've only got another 3 million or so to go. Every one counts.

Nice shot. Keep up the good work.

Another good hog!

Small but good