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.