Put this in your pipe, Zumbo

That one's gonna be fun to gut.

Saw the coyote at least twice and I think that was deer on down the road aways.
 
I've only read about it, but in the canebrakes along the lower Rio Grande, there are feral cattle that are pretty mean. Bulls to around a ton. They've been known to not only charge a guy on horseback, but there's one story about a bull going after a pickup truck. Reports say that such as a .375 H&H is not uncommon to hunt these critters.

Art
 
Reports say that such as a .375 H&H is not uncommon to hunt these critters.
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Really? I didn't think it was a popular enough cartridge to make the Non-African hunting trips often enough to be called "not uncommon". I guess there are more in existence than I realized.

I might want a 300 win mag if I thought I'd run into a big bull. I don't really care to shoot much more than that. A slug gun might be a good alternative.
 
Jesus

He was so close why didnt he just stick the barrel on the back of the hogs neck? Ive seen more skilled shots shooting birds with a bb gun.
Not too impressive he could have done the same with a AK with no scope.
BTW gun is a Springfield m1A
 
A feral bull could be a pretty tough customer. :eek: Dont even want to think about having to face one of them after being raised around cattle. As I spent my early years among cattle we all laughed at our city freinds when they visited and had the notion that a fence kept them safe from the Bull..lol.

I am glad the guy holding the camera wasnt taking a shot..lol. I kinda wondered myself why he didnt take the shot on the side behind the ear. Looks like he messed up some meat possibly.
 
the canebrakes along the lower Rio Grande, there are feral cattle that are pretty mean. Bulls to around a ton. They've been known to not only charge a guy on horseback
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Now that sounds like excitement to me I'd love to give it a whirl. Maybe someday. I always kinda thought hunting something that just might scare the heck outa of ya would be great sport. I give my eye teeth to have had the opportunity to hunt Africa in the first half of the last century. From what i have read it had to have been the ultimate in hunting, nothing compares.
 
fisherman66, it's not the killing. It's the stopping. Just "any ol' cow" standing around, no big deal. But somewhere north of, say, 1,200 pounds coming at you faster than an Olympic sprinter? From 20 or 30 yards away? Whole 'nother ball game.

Not to mention thick, jungly canebrakes and mesquite tangles. Sorta like hunting in a small tunnel: Stop that critter, or wear him.

:), Art
 
I read about hunting feral cattle about 15 years ago. The late Finn Aagard took some on with a 458 WM. Close range, really close range. I seem to recall one that came at him from 15yds???
 
Scorch, I think I read the same article. I also read an article in Outdoor Life in the early '80's about the cattle hunts in the canebrakes. They actually recommended a 458 for the job. They talked about how they compared the hunts to Cape Buffalo hunts. Could you amagine having 2000 pounds of p.o'ed. bull charge you from 30 steps out of nowhere?
 
Cattle, goats, pigs, dogs and yes even chickens can go 'wild and dangerous' in Texas if the conditions are right. They can be a dangerous threat to any unsuspecting individual who has been raised in the urban atmosphere and led to believe that these species are harmless. I live in West Texas where even humans go wild.

I saw a ferel bantam rooster kill a jackrabit not long ago. Horny bast*rd...
...Jealous tourist.

Later that night, from the trail boss to the cook: "There's feathers on your zipper, pardner. Did you bone this chicken?"
 
Geese can be real aggressive, even pets. Remember the old Gary Cooper movie "Friendly Persuasion". Hunting feral anything can be a real challenge.
 
Big critters don't have to be all that feral. I had a nutzoid horse run over me, one time. In the course of things he bit my shoulder. Upper jaw on top of my shoulder; I still have a little scar about halfway down my right bicep.

Back when I was a little kid, we still had screw-worms in Texas. I'd help my grandfather doctor calves' "belly button" where the flies would lay eggs in the real young critter. Old mama cows just didn't understand we were trying to do Good Deeds. My job, age seven and on up, was to keep the mama cow off my grandfather. That's when I learned how to use a bullwhip.

Art
 
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