I'd missed the post about the little sign that marked the entrance to the ranch.
I pulled in anyway and after clearing the trees and had thoughts of "Deliverance"!
Got RKrodle on the shoe phone and was told I had the right place.
Some more of the Boys started showing up shortly thereafter.
I pulled the Durango up to "Isle De Shack" and started digging out my stuff.
That evening we went out to the blinds.
About ten minutes after getting to my my spot the hogs started showing up.
Two good size boar came out of the brush and I set my sights on the larger of the two.
I squeezed the tigger and the 1886 roared. The pig spun and ran back the way he came.
I worked another .33WCF into the chamber and burst out of my blind only to be sucked up
by the Texas mud!
I got to the spot where I shot the boar and found a blood trail Ray Charles could follow.
There he was 30 feet into the brush dead on his side.
Got a few photos of the only sun I saw.
That First boar weighed in at 150#.
Brian our guide had him hung up, skinned and quartered in a matter of minutes!!
After a great dinner of Ricky's stew, BiranSH's chicken and Piller's cookies, corn bread and
other stuff I passed out on the skanky old couch in the cabin. (With a little help from the Maker's Mark I'd brought along
)Sat Am came early since i was still on OH time.
We went out again @6:45. I took My 1895 / .35WCF out and planted myself in the same spot.
Again it was about ten minutes later a herd of about thirty hogs burst onto the sceen.
I picked a blondish one that I thought was about 100 lbs and squeeed the trigger of Granpa's
old /95. CLICK!
Everything scattered! "Son of a _____" I opened the action.
I'd hadn't chambered a round after getting into the blind!!!
I closed the lever and took a bead on the now running blonde sow and jerked the trigger.
She stopped for a second and then shot off like a bolt of lightning.
I got to the spot where I thought ther should be blood and all I found was wood chips.
I'd killed a tree!!
Went back to my blind and said a few nasty words. Figured the day was done.
I heard some shooting and was feeling good that the other boys were doing well when I felt something behind me.
I turned and saw what I thought was a smallish sow working her way towards me.
I took a bead on her shoulder and pulled the trigger.
Boom! The .35 WCF lifter her up about a foot and she bolted!
We had been told not to wander too far from out blinds so I followed the tracks about 50 yds and stopped.
Joe and Brian showed up about 30 min later.
We tracked her off to where I thought she should be ahd there was this Huge sow where my little pig
was supposed to be.
She weighed in a 185 Lbs!!! Sure didn't look that big!
The 225 Gr Sierra JSP smashed the left leg, went through her chest, missing the heart by less than an inch and smashed out
through the right front leg. Amazing how she ran 100 yds with all that damage!
That was it for me.
Here's a photo from my blind. Lots of little pigies to choose from.
Got a good photo of Lindsey skinning her Ram and Joe in action!
Vance's Ram
Isle De Shack!
And one for YK;
Nothing but muck!
I had a great time! Can't wait for next year!
jb
Take US30 over to I-81, S to I-40, W to I-30, W to I-35, S to Loop 410, W around San Antonio to US90. About 26 hours driving time. Be safe and good luck.
