11-13-2011, 02:48 AM
I have a story to tell you guys...its kinda how i got here to "Grendelia"; I live an hour west of Fort worth in the country and i love to target shoot. I do not however hunt. One evening i came home to find THREE FERAL HOGS in my back yard. I ran in the house and got my little M4 carbine and a magazine of wolf steel cased cheap target ammunition ( all i had handy since like i mentioned i dont hunt. ). I gathered up a few extra rounds ( 5 or 6 maybe ) and put them in my pocket.
I popped up around the house and opened fire. The two small hogs were maybe 100 lbs a piece and they dropped on the first shot. I then followed up on the bigger hog which had already started running away from me. i pumped a few round in its behind as it ran. I briefly returned to the two smaller hogs and gave them and extra shot a piece to make sure they stayed down.
I started walking after the larger hog that had been hit in the rear end. When i spotted it again, it was about 200 yards away and running away. I opened fire and i am sure that i was hitting it often. It finally went as far as it could go on the north east corner of my property ( which is fenced ), But this thing was still alive, cornered, and now facing me. By this time i had emptied the clip. Lets do the math here: 30 rounds of 223 ( all be it target , not hunting ammo ), 4 rounds for the small hogs and 26 for the big 300 pounder!!!.
ASSUMING that I only hit the big hog HALF THE TIME, thats still 13 rounds ( all be it in the ass where there arent any vital organs ). Of course the short 14.5 inch barrel on my particular gun ( 16 with permanent flash hider ) doesnt deliver that great a punch, , especially at 200 yards, the "tough as nails" hog butt hide didnt help either, nor the adrenalin in the hog, nor the cheap russian target ammo... HOWEVER THIS SON OF A BITCH DID GET AT LEAST 13 shots of 223 in the ass... and that should kill ANY HOG!. Dont you think????
Anyway, this thing is bleeding out the ass, cornered, pissed off and staring at me. I reached into my pocket and put in those extra rounds into my mag (all the time wondering if he will charge while i reload...). But the hog just stood there, so i took careful aim, and shot him once between the eyes at about 40 yards. There it died.
Long story short, the big hog should have dropped much sooner and as of that day i never again had any REAL confidence in the 223. It was then that i decided to "go Grendel"... and here I am.
AND YES, i realize that there a many dead communist buried on every corner of this planet shot with a 223... but that doesn't change what i personally experienced that day in April 2010.
I popped up around the house and opened fire. The two small hogs were maybe 100 lbs a piece and they dropped on the first shot. I then followed up on the bigger hog which had already started running away from me. i pumped a few round in its behind as it ran. I briefly returned to the two smaller hogs and gave them and extra shot a piece to make sure they stayed down.
I started walking after the larger hog that had been hit in the rear end. When i spotted it again, it was about 200 yards away and running away. I opened fire and i am sure that i was hitting it often. It finally went as far as it could go on the north east corner of my property ( which is fenced ), But this thing was still alive, cornered, and now facing me. By this time i had emptied the clip. Lets do the math here: 30 rounds of 223 ( all be it target , not hunting ammo ), 4 rounds for the small hogs and 26 for the big 300 pounder!!!.
ASSUMING that I only hit the big hog HALF THE TIME, thats still 13 rounds ( all be it in the ass where there arent any vital organs ). Of course the short 14.5 inch barrel on my particular gun ( 16 with permanent flash hider ) doesnt deliver that great a punch, , especially at 200 yards, the "tough as nails" hog butt hide didnt help either, nor the adrenalin in the hog, nor the cheap russian target ammo... HOWEVER THIS SON OF A BITCH DID GET AT LEAST 13 shots of 223 in the ass... and that should kill ANY HOG!. Dont you think????
Anyway, this thing is bleeding out the ass, cornered, pissed off and staring at me. I reached into my pocket and put in those extra rounds into my mag (all the time wondering if he will charge while i reload...). But the hog just stood there, so i took careful aim, and shot him once between the eyes at about 40 yards. There it died.
Long story short, the big hog should have dropped much sooner and as of that day i never again had any REAL confidence in the 223. It was then that i decided to "go Grendel"... and here I am.
AND YES, i realize that there a many dead communist buried on every corner of this planet shot with a 223... but that doesn't change what i personally experienced that day in April 2010.