I don't hunt any more but there was a time when I woulda said yes.

Sooo, instead, here's a story...

My Bro was in Germany at CFB 3wing. He went to the Yankee PX. He bought a model 100 Win 308 (cited as the best brush gun ever by some but I still prefer a dirty thirty - yes, I KNOW the Browning 308 BLR is MAYbe better but the gold trigger? gimmie a fuckin break, eh?) because the serial number was the date of his birthday and he bought a second one cause he got a deal on two.

So, he was an International skeet shooter of note and he knew a lot of people. One was a game warden in The Black Forest. He gave him a 308... Germans could not buy at the PX and could not easily buy guns (for some strange reason >;-) ). The warden wanted to do Bro a favour... big stag and boar were requested. The stag, no. Boar hunting, cool.

So, they are in a tree and Bro has a Remington 1100 20ga semi with 5 one ounce onboard. They are waiting for a particular boar when CARL comes out of NOwhere and attacks the tree. Reaction? All five. The warden is freaked. Carl was the alpha boar. HUGE pig.

Now, one may ask how the fuck the warden got out of that one. No problem. There wasn't any more than a wee bit of blood on the bumper of the Bug when the insurance adjuster looked at it.

Big BBQ at the next skeet shoot.

If I was huntin anymore, I'd love to go but you just send me pics of the BBQ and I'll have to be satisfied. And, stay safe on accounta I hear them pigs is nastier than a b'ar and I kin tall ya lotsa b'ar stories.