So around 7:00 I said whet the heck, filled the ole Stanley, grabbed the rifle and out to the backyard.
Fifteen mins. later one of the women up in Michigan drops a nice 8. And while waiting on a pic. This little dude comes out and is limping slightly across the hog lot. I wasn't going to shoot it til I noticed the limp. He's strolling across and he catches me poking the rifle out the window. Watches a min. Then starts on across, he's in the 60-65 yd. distance from me. I square up on him and let the hammer drop. He takes off tail down so I know I hit home.
I walk back to the house and get the 4-wheeler.
Rode down to where he crossed the fence and sure enough blood. Not a lot but it was definitely hit. He didn't leave much but I did find enough and followed right to him. He ran just about 100 yards.
Game warden said in was it being so dry around here this summer. Never seen it before.
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