This past Saturday morning around 8.35am I got my "RAMPAGE" on!!! Did I go over board with the shirtless bloody picture? Hahaha well ummmmm maybe, maybe a little bit. But it was a memory I will have for the rest of my life. 12 PIGS!!!
My cousin informed me the evening prior that a group of 12 hogs are going to the feeder around 8.30am. So, morning rolls around, I grabbed my rifle and a mag and headed out for what I thought would be just a quick 1 mile jog to the feeder, notice the shorts and tennis shoes, and was to the feeder by about 8.30am. I was maybe 150 meters away and began my approached to the feeder. At 100-120 I was finally in good enough position(the way the terrain is and the angle of the treeline) to get eyes on, and sure enough saw these fucks, while not blowing my concealment of the treeline. I crept into position to around 75-100 and posted up. I took the larger hog outside the fenced in portion first and it was quite the site to see afterwords; these bastards just went crazy bouncing off the damn fence back and forth just completely loosing their shit lol. I got up and rushed, sprinted towards, the feeder before any of them could get out!!! However, one did manage to escape but I nailed it before he ran off. So, being this was a "RAMPAGE" and wanting to get lots of aggression out, I fire a whole mag from the hip like Rambo! Now, I'm black on ammo and three little piggies, gut shot and leg shot and all, crawl underneath and nearly escape. I track them down and CLUB them with a tree branch! I bring them back only to discover two more ALIVE inside. Jog back to the house, grab my bandoleer, hop in the truck and head back to the feeder to complete my RAMPAGE! Get back to the feeder, whip my RAT 3 bleed those two little fuckers with Columian necks ties. WHAT A DAY!!!!
-AAR-
2 points that were really driven home too me that morning, and it what makes it even worse is that I KNOW BETTER:
1. NEVER leave the house with the intentions of shooting something/hunting without some type of warbelt/light chest rig with extra mags and a knife, especially on a "hunting jog"(you could throw in a secondary and some mags in too). I didn't do the right thing here; every other time I do this, I knew I was going hunting, I knew contact was very possible, I knew anything could happen and I went against insticts and was complacent.
2. NEVER act like a fuck-tard regardless of what's going on or what aggresions you need to get out and fire from the hip! Where to begin with this one? Let's see...I wasted 18/19 rounds, innacurate fire allows anything to remain alive run off, UNDISCIPLINE, you look like a douche, UNDISCIPLINE, wasted rounds, I could go on and on and on.
My cousin informed me the evening prior that a group of 12 hogs are going to the feeder around 8.30am. So, morning rolls around, I grabbed my rifle and a mag and headed out for what I thought would be just a quick 1 mile jog to the feeder, notice the shorts and tennis shoes, and was to the feeder by about 8.30am. I was maybe 150 meters away and began my approached to the feeder. At 100-120 I was finally in good enough position(the way the terrain is and the angle of the treeline) to get eyes on, and sure enough saw these fucks, while not blowing my concealment of the treeline. I crept into position to around 75-100 and posted up. I took the larger hog outside the fenced in portion first and it was quite the site to see afterwords; these bastards just went crazy bouncing off the damn fence back and forth just completely loosing their shit lol. I got up and rushed, sprinted towards, the feeder before any of them could get out!!! However, one did manage to escape but I nailed it before he ran off. So, being this was a "RAMPAGE" and wanting to get lots of aggression out, I fire a whole mag from the hip like Rambo! Now, I'm black on ammo and three little piggies, gut shot and leg shot and all, crawl underneath and nearly escape. I track them down and CLUB them with a tree branch! I bring them back only to discover two more ALIVE inside. Jog back to the house, grab my bandoleer, hop in the truck and head back to the feeder to complete my RAMPAGE! Get back to the feeder, whip my RAT 3 bleed those two little fuckers with Columian necks ties. WHAT A DAY!!!!
-AAR-
2 points that were really driven home too me that morning, and it what makes it even worse is that I KNOW BETTER:
1. NEVER leave the house with the intentions of shooting something/hunting without some type of warbelt/light chest rig with extra mags and a knife, especially on a "hunting jog"(you could throw in a secondary and some mags in too). I didn't do the right thing here; every other time I do this, I knew I was going hunting, I knew contact was very possible, I knew anything could happen and I went against insticts and was complacent.
2. NEVER act like a fuck-tard regardless of what's going on or what aggresions you need to get out and fire from the hip! Where to begin with this one? Let's see...I wasted 18/19 rounds, innacurate fire allows anything to remain alive run off, UNDISCIPLINE, you look like a douche, UNDISCIPLINE, wasted rounds, I could go on and on and on.