Remember the old Groucho Marx joke, "Last night I shot an elephant in my pajamas.... how he got into my pajamas I'll never know", well, I can sort of relate.
At the moment we have no guest and I was working on my first cup of coffee while looking out over the pond from our bedroom porch. As I looked across the pond I spotted a wild hog, about 100 lbs or so rooting around the creek bank. These critters are so destructive and are considered a nuisance animal. I very quietly set my coffee down and reach for my rifle.
I need to interject that I am not a hunter(by any stretch of the imagination). I carefully took aim and >click< oops I'd forgotten to put the clip in. I put the clip in, cocked it to get a round in the chamber and ended up ejecting a round instead. I carefully took aim again and >click< there had only been one round in the clip and I just ejected it. I removed the clip, reinserted the one round I had handy, slapped the clip back into the rifle, was able to get the round in the chamber this time...and what do you know the hog is still there.
As I looked through the scope of the rifle, I remembered to adjust the way I was looking through the scope. I didn't want to give myself a black eye from the recoil as I had done previously (I told you I'm no hunter). I took aim a third time, pulled the trigger and >BAM< down went the hog in a single shot. I couldn't believe it! I did it. I AM THE GREAT WHITE HUNTER! (insert Tarzan yell here).
For those of you who have never partaken of wild pork, you don't know what you're missing. I would get dressed and hop in my utility vehicle and attempt to recover my kill from the creek bank. DW was watching him for me as I slipped on pants, shirt and boots. By the time I got back out side, he had flailed about until he'd pushed himself into the water. All I saw when I got there were little bubbles slowly rising to the top of the water, slowly diminish, and then stop. No ham for dinner tonight.
