I got to the farm a few minutes early today, so I had the .223 ridin' shotgun and ready to rock. Good thing I did.
The first one went scurryin' back to his hole as I went whippin' into the driveway. I camped out for a few minutes, and sure enough, he poked his head back out a minute or two later. At 30 yards, that was all I needed to see.
On the next lap around, I caught another hog checkin' things out by the driveway. The result was purty much the same.
The .223 is four outta four so far this year. Wonder how long it'll take me to screw that up?
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