While cleaning the hogs, we were able to recover bullets from each animal. This is the second time I've been able to recover bullets from a hog, the first being a .380 - which is more understandable (and quite a story).
Joe's recovered bullet was just the jacket. Likely the lead core had shattered while passing through the spine.
My recovered bullet told the tale of the bullet path. The handloaded Ballistic Tip had entered the hogs head near the "cheek" and passed through the skull. It exited behind the skull and reentered the far leg, lodging in the off side of the leg right under the skin. I've heard of early designs of Nosler Ballistic Tips being "too fragile" for large animals but in this case the bullet stayed together very well.
After Rick picked up Will from school, we headed out. Joe was playing junior guide and dropped me off on the same land as Joe was on the previous evening, but we were both on the stands that were farther back.
I was on a small ladder stand for the evening. The evening started slow with very little seen, but hearing turkey's roost up ahead. Three deer came out a little after 5:00 which at least gave me something to watch. At one point they took off running and I was hopeful the porkers were on their way in, but it was just another deer.
Several more deer came out and were in front of me until after dark when I slipped out to meet Joe back at the fork in the road. Nobody else saw any hogs - Jessie has yet to see one after an 11 year run of getting at least one hog every year.
The next day's weather forecast was deteriorating with rain, and potentially lots of it.
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