9mm for both the shooters. Impressive part was my passenger (marine) shot the first hog while I was driving. Only going ~10mph, but bumpy as fuck and leaning out the passenger window of my XJ had to be pretty uncomfortable. The firefighter was in a similar situation, but had the luxury of leaning out the window of an F150.
I get where you're coming from, though. I'd have to disagree. There's more to hunting than just taking a shot, IMO. That's the easy part.
I don't personally use feeders. I scout out remote locations and find a good vantage point on trails used to move between bedding and natural feeding areas, but it's pretty much the same thing. I throw up a tree stand and am pretty successful. More good bucks this way even than hunting scrapes and rubs. Still hunting in East TX is goddamn difficult, though I have been successful at it a number of times. Usually when it's raining.
In my experience, hunting is the complete process of scouting, setting up, maintaining, harvesting, butchering, cooking, and eating whatever you harvested. It's different down here from places where you can actually see a good ways. There, you can find some tracks and some sign, and follow a thing until the conclusion even if it takes a while. Here, you can try to do the same thing, but after 1/4 mile of briars, pine, and yaupon, and a myriad of trails, it's still not clear where to go next, or where that animal might be. It's entirely probable that everything knows you're coming, too. There's no mountain you can climb to get a glimpse, cuz that shit is just as dense as everything else. Everywhere you look is dense brush, except on the roads. There's just so much shit to move through that anything you could get eyes on can hear and smell you a good while before they could even see you.
The best bet is to find a spot and hunker down. The real work isn't in taking the shot, it's doing everything that needs to be done in order to have that shot in the first place, and everything that has to be done after you take it. Doubly so if you don't drop that motherfucker where it stands. Triply so if you're bow hunting and don't drop that motherfucker where it stands.
A good many years ago a kid shot a nice doe right in the guts. That doe ran down a ravine, and by the time we finally found it, something had eaten a rear quarter and those guts were over-ripe. Had hardened LEO gagging like little girls while field dressing it, lmao. We still ate it.
That being said, some folks are old as hell, and the only convenient spots to set up for them are in areas where there isn't really much going on in terms of resources for game animals. So they throw up a feeder and hope for the best.
I feel like those folks up North and out West have it easy. 'Oh, look at that nice herd about 2.5 miles away. Let's head on off that way about a mile, then come down on that side and creep in to get a shot'...
Bunch of pansies if you ask me.
