This hunt last night that we had been planning for a couple of weeks turned out to be a comedy of errors.
I had been tracking a pack of 500 pound boars for the last month and keep track of when they were showing up at a remote feeder behind the house. Finally decided last night was a good time to ambush them as they have been showing up from 11-2AM pretty regularly, although sometimes later as they are complete night owl usually.
Here are the boars were we after, there is a pack of four of them that hang together:
Headed out in the UTV with the FLIR M-324XP remote thermal camera mounted on the UTV so we could sit and watch the feeder for their arrival.
It was a hot muggy night, had the ThermalCell on keeping the skeets at bay.
Both of us brought out SIG 716s in 7.62X51mm, I was using my handloaded Barnes 130 grain pills and my friend was using his handloaded 150 grain Remington Core-Loc bullets.
So after 45 minutes two thermal signatures are sigted deep in the thick woods, they slowly come out to the feeder.
We are 100 yards out and countdown 3,2,1 and fire. My hog drops in his tracks and my friends hog races directly towards us. I keep waiting for him to fire as he is racing around my side, but nothing happens, so I tried to hit him but missed. I had my ELCAN on 6X instead of 1X and he ran out of my FOV as he got closer and closer...
Check out my friends .308 AR and notice bolt is not in battery and stuck, used my LeatherMan tool to open the bolt and looked like he had not screwed his reloading die all the way into the base and the shoulder had not been completely resized? Gave him a couple of my reloads and chambered properly.
So we decide to wait for the big boars to show up, after another couple of hours nothing shows and we agree to head home around 2AM, then I notice I had forgot to turn off my scope and the batteries are dead.
So, big boars are still out there and we were fortunate that they did not show up since the first time we had a gun jam and the second time we had dead batteries, we will have to plan another hunt with two functioning weapons....
130 grain Barnes went right though the spine:
Me and the dead boar: