Leadwood
AH member
- Joined
- Jul 30, 2025
- Messages
- 29
- Reaction score
- 81
- Location
- Pretoria, South Africa
- Hunted
- Mozambique, Namibia, Botswana, South Africa
Warthog
13 yrs old then.......
As my grandmother and me were leaving the farm, saw an injured warthog boar.....having problems walking......was on its front knees as if grazing.
Got out and approached to see what the problem was......luckily took the 30-06 with and was ready.
About 10 yards away the boar came for me on its knees.........I couldn't believe how fast he was moving.
I was a good shot then....headshot at very, very close range.
Bushpig
Hunting them at night in the maize-fields by listening and walking them up.
Using my S&W 460 XVR
Came too close to a sounder resting....piglets started squeeling....boar took exception to my presence and came at me through the maize....
I remember thinking that I had my digits all mixed up.....460 should have been the 416 at that moment.
Usain Bolt would not have caught me.....
[ the farmer did mention later that it looked as if a Brahman bull went through his maize..]
13 yrs old then.......
As my grandmother and me were leaving the farm, saw an injured warthog boar.....having problems walking......was on its front knees as if grazing.
Got out and approached to see what the problem was......luckily took the 30-06 with and was ready.
About 10 yards away the boar came for me on its knees.........I couldn't believe how fast he was moving.
I was a good shot then....headshot at very, very close range.
Bushpig
Hunting them at night in the maize-fields by listening and walking them up.
Using my S&W 460 XVR
Came too close to a sounder resting....piglets started squeeling....boar took exception to my presence and came at me through the maize....
I remember thinking that I had my digits all mixed up.....460 should have been the 416 at that moment.
Usain Bolt would not have caught me.....
[ the farmer did mention later that it looked as if a Brahman bull went through his maize..]
I couldn’t use my shotgun, so I went to the ground and wrestled the turkey, and tried to break his neck while getting beat up. I was finally able to stomp his head and killed it. When I got up from the ass kicking I received, all my buddies were laughing their asses off, and no one helped cause they thought it was too funny to watch. I won the fight, and I was lucky to have my hunting vest, otherwise it could have ended badly for me. My pride was hurt, but I walked out without a scratch