Paladin wrote:When I first saw the thread I thought you were going to a bar in Virginia.

masonalannz wrote:Glad I gave you all something to talk about while I was out bush whacking, swamp wading and dune humping in sub freezing temps. It definitely wasn't a day for thin skinned wussy liberals like Mark (I kid, I kid, sort of ).

Anyway, no pig for me. Lots of fresh tracks and scat but no actual animals sighted until I was in the back of the state park pickup getting a ride out. We saw two nice big ones, in a safety zone of course! If they hadn't been there they would have been a fusillade of buckshot and shotgun slugs launched at them - there were five other pigless hunters in the truck with me.

Out of fifty four hunters and 3550 acres there were only two pigs taken today. One bigun which I didn't see and *apparently* a thirty pounder. The thirty pounder is unconfirmed, the yokel who claims to have shot it said he dragged it out to the road and went back to hunting since a truck wasn't due by for a couple more hours. When he went back to get it, it had vanished. At first I thought he was pulling the Rangers leg but he seemed to be getting quite agitated about it. That was about the time I left.

It's like those smart bastards knew all the guys wandering around in blaze orange were trying to kill them.

Sorry eelj, I opted for five 425gr copper sabots and the rifled barrel on the 870 over one 250gr sabot in the smoke pole. Pigs can get a bit nasty, particularly when you shoot their piglets. You can now commence to call me girlie man names. A few super high speed fellows had both. I can't believe what some guys drag into the woods for a days hunting...

Anyway to use the immortal words of Long Duck Dong "The Donger need a beer"

masonalannz wrote:

Paladin wrote:When I first saw the thread I thought you were going to a bar in Virginia.

Something along those lines was what I expected in the first reply.

That's what I call it when I'm going to a bar in Illinois.