Yesterday was the second day I went "Hoggin" this year. I tried last week and was able to walk 100 yards in to the field. The sky was a low dark overcast and rain was forecast but had held off all day (I bet you know where this is going). I had driven by a groundhog eariler in the day feeding on clover in a neighbors yard so I figured they were out and went to my favorate hay farm. I spotted a head sticking out of the knee deep grass over two hundred yards away. He disapeared as I was setting up for the shot. I quickly moved to my right 30 yards (slightly higher ground) and set up for him to pop up again. As I looked through my binoc's I could see rain against the grass. "Is it raining" I said to my self? I don't feel any rain. Then I was hit by a soaking down burst. It felt like many buckets of water hit me all at once. Not having to run to the car to stay dry (that boat had sailed) I walked to the car, put my wet gear in the back and sat in the drivers seat wiping the water from my face with a handfull of extra paper napkins from too many fast food drive throughs. So much for the first hunt....
Yesterday the sun was shineing. The warm wind blowing just enough to be pleasent so back to the hay farm I went. The neighbors award winning cow herd was in one of the best hunting fields, and I promised him I would not hunt in the same field as the cows. So I scanned the other fields. Nothing. I walked to the top of the tallest hill to look down into the tall grass. I spotted just the top of a head in the grass. It dropped down. I have a 200 degree field of view at this spot so no reason to move around too much. 20 minutes later I spot another head looking at me with one eye. I set up my CZ 527 in 204 Ruger and put pressure on the trigger. Bang, and like the snap of the finger the head was gone. I watched for about 10 minutes then walked the 120 or so yards to the hole. The 39 grain Sierra Blitz King entered just below the jaw and exited producing a 1/2 inch exit hole. I like this bullet. It knocks them down dead. See the Picture below.
Next I walked the fields to look for new holes and checked old locations for activity. I spotted the back sides of a hog diving into his hole. I'll remember the location. The farmer told me about a chuck who moved into the barn and to "get him". So on the way back to the barn and my car I saw a head sticking out of the grass near the barn. At about 130 yards I shot. I walked up to the hole and spotted two drops of blood and what looked like a fresh piece of bone about the size of your little finger nail. The hole was big enough to stuff a soccer ball down and dropped stright down 4 feet before turning. I thought I saw the tail but I was not raised to stick my hand into a hole for a wounded animal. The farmer will tell me if the Turkey Vultures come to snack on the remains of that hole or not. But I'm pretty sure that was number two of 2009.
I hope you enjoyed this hunt as much as I did. More to follow, I hope.
