Zachary Weiss

My stepfather and I took this hunting trip just after I got out of the Marine Corps in late December 2014. We inserted early in the afternoon and I set him up in a field just short of the tree line that I was heading into. Based on the tracks and other signs we found we knew this area was a target-rich environment but I was unclear on the direction of travel of the herd. The tracks were everywhere. I originally intended to see if I could find them in the woods and “spook” them back in his direction if I could. I had bought him a new lever action 30-30 earlier that year and this was his first opportunity to use it. I pushed into the tree line and stayed mobile for probably about an hour or 90 minutes. I heard a lot of movement but I couldn’t pin anything down to save my life. Eventually I found a nice cluster of small trees in a relatively clear area that concealed me but still gave me a good view of my surroundings. I stayed there for about an hour when I caught a glimpse of the back of a large brown boar, pushing through the brush about 125-150 yards away from me, traveling right between us. I was relatively confident that I was aware of where I left him but I didn’t want to risk a shot since Mr. Murphy seems to have a penchant for following me around (haha). About 10 yards behind the first boar, a small herd was in toe. They turned toward his position without me having to do anything which at the time I thought was pretty convenient. I climbed up one of the trees in an attempt to get a better view of the pigs and hopefully see where my stepfather was but it was to no avail. I had a view of the herd but the tree line to the field was far too thick. I was just about to shimmy back down and start my pursuit when I heard my stepfather’s 30-30 fire and the pigs scattered. I wasn’t sure if he had hit one at that point but the big guy in the picture there took a hard left away from the tree line and ran into the clearing that the picture was taken in. Truth be told I was sighted in for a perfect through and through on his chest but just as I was taking the last bit of slack out of the trigger, he cut right HARD and the round caught him in the back of the head. He dropped on the spot. He was delicious with some sauer kraut on New Years Day :)

Date: December 28, 2014
Equipment Used: Remington 700 in .308 w/ Weaver 6.5-20 Scope, Sig Scorpion 1911,
Location: Everglades, FL
Pictured (left to right): Zachary Weiss
Trophy Size: 226lbs
Trophy Species: Boar
Story: My stepfather and I took this hunting trip just after I got out of the Marine Corps in late December 2014. We inserted early in the afternoon and I set him up in a field just short of the tree line that I was heading into. Based on the tracks and other signs we found we knew this area was a target-rich environment but I was unclear on the direction of travel of the herd. The tracks were everywhere. I originally intended to see if I could find them in the woods and "spook" them back in his direction if I could. I had bought him a new lever action 30-30 earlier that year and this was his first opportunity to use it. I pushed into the tree line and stayed mobile for probably about an hour or 90 minutes. I heard a lot of movement but I couldn't pin anything down to save my life. Eventually I found a nice cluster of small trees in a relatively clear area that concealed me but still gave me a good view of my surroundings. I stayed there for about an hour when I caught a glimpse of the back of a large brown boar, pushing through the brush about 125-150 yards away from me, traveling right between us. I was relatively confident that I was aware of where I left him but I didn't want to risk a shot since Mr. Murphy seems to have a penchant for following me around (haha). About 10 yards behind the first boar, a small herd was in toe. They turned toward his position without me having to do anything which at the time I thought was pretty convenient. I climbed up one of the trees in an attempt to get a better view of the pigs and hopefully see where my stepfather was but it was to no avail. I had a view of the herd but the tree line to the field was far too thick. I was just about to shimmy back down and start my pursuit when I heard my stepfather's 30-30 fire and the pigs scattered. I wasn't sure if he had hit one at that point but the big guy in the picture there took a hard left away from the tree line and ran into the clearing that the picture was taken in. Truth be told I was sighted in for a perfect through and through on his chest but just as I was taking the last bit of slack out of the trigger, he cut right HARD and the round caught him in the back of the head. He dropped on the spot. He was delicious with some sauer kraut on New Years Day :)

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