The regular deer season ended last Sunday where I hunt in Texas. I was lucky enough to hunt the last weekend, and although I saw quite a few good bucks I didn't see THE one I wanted, so maybe those good bucks will still be around next year and a tad bigger. However, this year brought us a renewed plague of wild hogs. My son, grandson, and I killed four or five of them the week before Christmas. Then I saw numerous of them and killed two more the first weekend of January. The one pictured was taken with my Finnbear .270, the rifle I tend to carry when I'm serious about deer hunting. I put one into the shoulder of the big bruiser (looked to be about 250 pounds) at about 100 yards, which simply seemed to make it angry and it took off running across a wheat field at an angle to me. At my second shot (which I think found the mark), it wheeled directly toward me and the mesquite tree I was standing behind. It's direction was probably just coincidence as I doubt it knew where I was, but nonetheless, it felt like a serious charge. I fired a third shot as it came head-on, at which it skidded and tumbled, stopping just 18 steps from me. Whew! The Sako .270 was loaded with some discontinued 130 grain Nosler Solid Base bullets, which have a reputation of being a bit harder and deeper-penetrating than most cup-and-core bullets. But maybe I shoulda had my .300 H&H instead . Here's the boar in its final resting place with the Finnbear atop it: And here's the tree I was standing by showing where the hog came to rest: By the way, the dark stain on the tree is natural and not a result of some discharge from the hunter who was standing beside it!