Whacked a few more young'ns after the afternoon milkin'. My phone died before I could git my morbid pics of the third though.
Had a few whiffs at the longer distances though, so I reckon I gotta put the beast on paper past 150 and see for myself, rather than trust the ballistic charts. Gittin' the shits of wastin' ammo missin' perfectly killable hogs.
In good news, one of my favorite fields got cut the other day and was loaded up with whistlepigs when I got there. My last kill and all five whiffs were there, and I saw a dozen more that I didn't shoot for. I reckon I'll have to spend a few more hours there this week and see how much damage I can do.