DaRkWoLf
12-19-2006, 12:29 PM
On Monday, one of my friends called and asked if I could help harvest a few boar for x-mas dinner. I was fairly enthused at first, until I found out we were hunting with a dog (I essentially despise hunting with dogs). I went anyway though.
I brought along my version of the basics: the M700P and a box of BH 175gr SMKs, the Sig and a mag of Fiocchi FMJ, my Buck 110, and my Nalgene; with everything based around my duty belt. I figured that since the terrain was permitting for the most part, I could hit the critters at 300-400 yards where the dogs wouldn't be a pain.
I ended up taking the first boar; and not in the way I was anticipating. The dog we brought ran off, and in short order came running back chasing a pig. They ended up clashing about 10 yards from where I was standing, and of course (my luck) the dog presented more of a target than the pig due to all the jumping around. I dropped the M700, drew the Sig, and tapped two rounds right by the dog and into the chest cavity of the boar, the dog jumped to the other side and I hit the base of the boars front left leg, and then shot it squarely between the eyes. My friend gave me a "wtf" stare while I was swearing up and down in various languages; nothing pisses me off more when I'm hunting than not being able to make the first shot a head shot. This is actually the first time in 3 years I have had that problem (and both times were because of dogs).
The thing was coughing blood on the first two shots and was walking dead at that point, but I hate when animals are suffering (hence the follow up so I could shoot it in the head). When I gutted it, I saw something I really didn't expect. The three 9s that went into the chest cavity made a mess that looked like a small bomb went off on the left side of the heart. There wasn't a single unit of heart and left lung, it more or less just ground meat soup. The first two rounds apparently zipped through the entire chest cavity and left two exit holes and I couldn't find where the third shot stopped; the fourth I'm assuming lodged somewhere in the base of its brain.
We put the thing on our truck and then went on. At this point, my friend got the idea of wanting to shoot a boar with my Sig (I guess some form of catch-up?). I didn't want a fight over a gun so I just gave the thing to him. We then went on a long, long chase with the dog through a dense, palmetto rich area and got about 5 yards from another bore that was giving the dog a pretty stiff fight. My friend just kind of threw six rounds at it and then finished it with his knife. This of course almost made me blow a gasket as the animal was definitely hurting for around five minutes.
Gutting revealed that my friends swarm went through the gut and touched the back of the right lung. It looked like everything went right through but I didn't sit and count holes. The digestive tract was utterly totaled to say the least. We managed to salvage quite a bit of meat despite the gut shot and perforation.
We ended up with enough meat to feed his rather large family for x-mas (and then some, to say the least) and I took half a tenderloin cut. I was feeling fairly down by the end of the hunt though, too much went counter-protocol and against my hunting ethic.
Though, I have this much to say after using the 9mm FMJ on a Boar: If you say the 9mm has no killing power or is somehow unsuitable in comparison to other handgun rounds, you are full of **** and probably can't put bullets where you're trying to hit either.
I brought along my version of the basics: the M700P and a box of BH 175gr SMKs, the Sig and a mag of Fiocchi FMJ, my Buck 110, and my Nalgene; with everything based around my duty belt. I figured that since the terrain was permitting for the most part, I could hit the critters at 300-400 yards where the dogs wouldn't be a pain.
I ended up taking the first boar; and not in the way I was anticipating. The dog we brought ran off, and in short order came running back chasing a pig. They ended up clashing about 10 yards from where I was standing, and of course (my luck) the dog presented more of a target than the pig due to all the jumping around. I dropped the M700, drew the Sig, and tapped two rounds right by the dog and into the chest cavity of the boar, the dog jumped to the other side and I hit the base of the boars front left leg, and then shot it squarely between the eyes. My friend gave me a "wtf" stare while I was swearing up and down in various languages; nothing pisses me off more when I'm hunting than not being able to make the first shot a head shot. This is actually the first time in 3 years I have had that problem (and both times were because of dogs).
The thing was coughing blood on the first two shots and was walking dead at that point, but I hate when animals are suffering (hence the follow up so I could shoot it in the head). When I gutted it, I saw something I really didn't expect. The three 9s that went into the chest cavity made a mess that looked like a small bomb went off on the left side of the heart. There wasn't a single unit of heart and left lung, it more or less just ground meat soup. The first two rounds apparently zipped through the entire chest cavity and left two exit holes and I couldn't find where the third shot stopped; the fourth I'm assuming lodged somewhere in the base of its brain.
We put the thing on our truck and then went on. At this point, my friend got the idea of wanting to shoot a boar with my Sig (I guess some form of catch-up?). I didn't want a fight over a gun so I just gave the thing to him. We then went on a long, long chase with the dog through a dense, palmetto rich area and got about 5 yards from another bore that was giving the dog a pretty stiff fight. My friend just kind of threw six rounds at it and then finished it with his knife. This of course almost made me blow a gasket as the animal was definitely hurting for around five minutes.
Gutting revealed that my friends swarm went through the gut and touched the back of the right lung. It looked like everything went right through but I didn't sit and count holes. The digestive tract was utterly totaled to say the least. We managed to salvage quite a bit of meat despite the gut shot and perforation.
We ended up with enough meat to feed his rather large family for x-mas (and then some, to say the least) and I took half a tenderloin cut. I was feeling fairly down by the end of the hunt though, too much went counter-protocol and against my hunting ethic.
Though, I have this much to say after using the 9mm FMJ on a Boar: If you say the 9mm has no killing power or is somehow unsuitable in comparison to other handgun rounds, you are full of **** and probably can't put bullets where you're trying to hit either.