Ranger did NOT want to stay behind with me as his father started moving out in stealth mode. He pulled on that leash with all 100 lbs. I made him stay with me, crouched by a discer as Trooper hid a few hundred yards away. One shot, then a few more, and he called the All Clear. I kept my 1911 at hand and ready, not wanting to meet up with this fellow’s family.
Yes, it was a good day for all but the pig. But Trooper says never no more shall he be pig hunting with .223 – mind you, we hadn’t expected to be pig hunting. But I think he shall be coming out with something much more impactful in the future.
Ranger is crashed out, Trooper is back from turning in paperwork, and me – I’ve knitting to work on. And laundry. A lot of multicam laundry.