By alex solano

February 10, 2013

It was later in the day when my cousin texted me to help him find the hog he shot with his .243 win. I got there and he yelled that he had shot a huge wild boar and it wasn't dead only wounded. Being the city boy he is he was scared to track it by himself. We ended up finding it twenty yards from the stand - an amazing blood trail even though he shot it behind the lungs. My cousin and I trust Hornady. Even though it was a rather small hog but he perceived it as hogzilla.