Or "barrow" some may call them.
We have a lot of hogs on the lease, but this is the first hog I have killed that had been castrated, had his tail docked and ears notched. I have no idea who or when it was done, but he should be some good eating.
I was hunting a friends stand this morning warming myself by the heater when this big sucker showed up just after daylight.
A shot between the eyes from the 25-06 had him down in his tracks. I knew as soon as he stepped out he was big, but I fully expected a pair the size of my hat when I got down to look at him a couple of hours later.
I heard others cutting up after I the shot, and saw one cross another shooting lane about 15 minutes later, but had no shot. A while later I had a couple of does and nubbin slipping around and not long after a spike came out. He spotted the bar but didn't know what it was. His curiosity had him wanting to get closer, but he was wary. He finally decided he didn't like it at all and moved on off.
I had to hook a tow strap to him and drag him over to a high spot where I could back my truck up and get him closer to the tail gate. If it had not been for my Glen's deer handle, I never would have gotten pulled up into the back of the truck. He bottomed out my 200 pound scale so I had to go to the feed store where they had a digital floor scale that would go up to 2000 pounds.
I will let the guessing begin before I reveal the live weight. I skinned him out and took the hams and back to the meat market to be sliced on their saw. The rest is going to be pan sausage, and a rack of ribs in on the pit as I write this.
We have a lot of hogs on the lease, but this is the first hog I have killed that had been castrated, had his tail docked and ears notched. I have no idea who or when it was done, but he should be some good eating.
I was hunting a friends stand this morning warming myself by the heater when this big sucker showed up just after daylight.
A shot between the eyes from the 25-06 had him down in his tracks. I knew as soon as he stepped out he was big, but I fully expected a pair the size of my hat when I got down to look at him a couple of hours later.
I heard others cutting up after I the shot, and saw one cross another shooting lane about 15 minutes later, but had no shot. A while later I had a couple of does and nubbin slipping around and not long after a spike came out. He spotted the bar but didn't know what it was. His curiosity had him wanting to get closer, but he was wary. He finally decided he didn't like it at all and moved on off.
I had to hook a tow strap to him and drag him over to a high spot where I could back my truck up and get him closer to the tail gate. If it had not been for my Glen's deer handle, I never would have gotten pulled up into the back of the truck. He bottomed out my 200 pound scale so I had to go to the feed store where they had a digital floor scale that would go up to 2000 pounds.
I will let the guessing begin before I reveal the live weight. I skinned him out and took the hams and back to the meat market to be sliced on their saw. The rest is going to be pan sausage, and a rack of ribs in on the pit as I write this.