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Hi, like I said 10 days ago, we went on a hunting trip for wild pigs to the Ardèche in the south of France. After a trip of about 1.000 km the weather was nice and clear. We hunted with a bunch of +/- 15 men and the first day we already managed to shoot 4 swines of 50 to 90 kg. (Sorry folks, I live in Belgium and we are not using miles and pounds. Nevertheless it's the spirit that counts!).
The next day I shot my beaty: one clean shot of the 30.30 Marlin, one 150 gr. Winchester Silvertip going in behind the frontleg just at the underside of the shoulder. That's the place: the greatest probability to hit the heart. After the shot, the swine sprinted for about 10 meters, then fell down. The meat goes always to the local butchershops altough we keep a part for ourselves. Nothing is lost. We stayed till Sunday the 14th. And now: I hear my boss calling: "Back to work!!".
The next day I shot my beaty: one clean shot of the 30.30 Marlin, one 150 gr. Winchester Silvertip going in behind the frontleg just at the underside of the shoulder. That's the place: the greatest probability to hit the heart. After the shot, the swine sprinted for about 10 meters, then fell down. The meat goes always to the local butchershops altough we keep a part for ourselves. Nothing is lost. We stayed till Sunday the 14th. And now: I hear my boss calling: "Back to work!!".