I was out of town most of last week.  Came home to the yard around a barn all rooted up, so I started trying to get whatever was doing it.  I'm way too busy and lazy to wake up every 30 minutes to hunt hogs like I used to, but I made it a habit to check the area every time I got a chance.

Last night on the way home from church, I drove over to that barn.  Much to my beloved's shagrin, I almost always spotlight on the way in if it's after dark.  I spotted this devil, but being as the only rifle in her ride is in a pelican in back, I killed the lights and went home, loaded up the boys, and came back.  It was a risk, but this time it payed off.

My 14yo popped him at roughly 100 yards, from the back of the truck.  First shot was back a little, he was in high grass and moving.  M193 knocked him over, but he got back up, and the boy put a Texas bullseye  on him, splitting the pelvis.  My 17yo followed up with a headshot.

This is about as big as boars get around here anymore, and the best cutters I've seen in years, almost 4 inches.

I'm going to guess he was 175-200.  I need to go back over there and find his skull, should be getting ready to bring home by now.  I have an old wire dog crate I put them in when I put them on an ant bed, it keeps the coyotes from dragging them off or the dogs from chewing them up.