I was hunting for deer last year and was lying prone looking at a creek bed. When I had been there for an hour or two, I started to hear the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees off behind me. I waited for the breeze, but it never came. Then more leaves rustling, but as it got louder, I realized it was coming from the ground, not from up high.
I slowly turned my head back as far as I could. Then out of my peripheral, I saw several wild boar come scurrying through the underbrush behind me. There were 5 or 6 of them, about 20 feed behind me. Meanwhile, I was still lying prone on the ground, holding my 270 facing the other direction. I held as still as I could, and they didn't seem to notice me.
Then after they had made their way through and been gone for 5 or 10 minutes, another boar came along, and he definitely noticed me. He stopped in his tracks and stared at me. Then he started grunting and snorting at me. Once more, I held as still as I could. My heart was racing because I was in a vulnerable position. My hands were both on my rifle, and I had my PPQ at my right hip. I knew for sure I wouldn't be able to flip around and aim the rifle at him in time if he charged, but maybe I could do a quick flip to my back and whip my PPQ out in time.
Anyway, he eventually got bored of me and left. But my heart was thumping for a while there.
What would you have done? Would you have shot at them?
I slowly turned my head back as far as I could. Then out of my peripheral, I saw several wild boar come scurrying through the underbrush behind me. There were 5 or 6 of them, about 20 feed behind me. Meanwhile, I was still lying prone on the ground, holding my 270 facing the other direction. I held as still as I could, and they didn't seem to notice me.
Then after they had made their way through and been gone for 5 or 10 minutes, another boar came along, and he definitely noticed me. He stopped in his tracks and stared at me. Then he started grunting and snorting at me. Once more, I held as still as I could. My heart was racing because I was in a vulnerable position. My hands were both on my rifle, and I had my PPQ at my right hip. I knew for sure I wouldn't be able to flip around and aim the rifle at him in time if he charged, but maybe I could do a quick flip to my back and whip my PPQ out in time.
Anyway, he eventually got bored of me and left. But my heart was thumping for a while there.
What would you have done? Would you have shot at them?