My brother was visiting me from the UK. He had visited previously and we had hunted 2 mornings and 2 nights without seeing anything, it was really disappointing for me not to get him on something. With it being a 4500 mile trip each way I was desperate to get him on a hog this time. So we headed out to the lease (2hour drive). We hunted the weekend and only had a close call with a boar in the dark. We walked up on him under the feeder but by the that time it was so dark we couldn't get a shot on him. The lights were going very dim. So we resigned ourselves to defeat and decided to head home and carry on getting ready for my wedding at the end of the following week.
Well, a few days later we decided we had to give it another shot and my future wife gave us her blessing to head back out to the lease. We had 1 evening and 1 morning and given that we rarely see them in the morning we knew it had to happen that night. So we headed to the stand about 4pm, but before getting in we decided to scatter some hog wild around the feeder in the hopes it might improve our chances. We hopped up in the stand and sat for about 40 minutes, before we knew it we had a sounder of about 15 move under the feeder. My brother had never seen hogs in the wild before and as you guys will know, the first time is quite something. Add to this the fact he had never shot anything other than a shotgun before and i bet his heart was pumping!
I'd given him my browning x-bolt 7mag and i had my marlin 30/30 with iron sights. I told him to pick one out & take his time. I would fire after him to make sure i didn't screw his shot. So after 2 minutes or so he pulls the trigger and i do as quickly as i can afterwards. I see a 150lb sow from the corner of my eye jump up and i hope its my brothers. My target runs off apparently unharmed and before we know it there's dead silence again. I ask him 'did you hit it, where did you aim?'. He replies 'I thought i did, right through the shoulder but its gone!'. So we quickly go from excitement to despair! We sit for 20 minutes figuring out our next plan but eventually get restless and decide to head to the feeder to check for sign. Upon first inspection we see nothing and it starts to dawn on us that he somehow missed from 80 yards. We couldn't believe it! So we kept looking, and after about 5 minutes i finally spot 2 drops of blood right at the back of the feeder. PHEW!
He knew his pig had ran off to the east so we start walking through the light brush that way. We find a little more blood about 15 yards away on a stone and then another 15 on we walk right up on it. She had ran about 30 yards and piled up.
I was so pumped for him, he had put it bang in the middle of the shoulder as he said and it had passed right through into the vitals as she was quartering away slightly. The pig had bled out quick.
So after much high fiving we dragged it off, skinned it. The next day I and made pulled pork for him and he got to enjoy his own kill.
That was 6 months ago. Since then we've moved leases, i've got my own spot and he's arriving a week today for another 2 weekends of hunting. Couldn't be more excited.
Here's us before our first failed hunt together, and then him with his pig.