458 SOCOM Black Butterfly Chasing Wild Hogs in Florida
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This isn't any fancy hunting video built on reenactments. This is a few uncut minutes, two cameras edited together. From first sighting to dragging out the success story you're there with SHWAT™ Pro Staffer Erik Alexander.
The short version, in his words:
The two hour trip to the northwest corner of Lake Okeechobee has been repeated many times over the years, but this time it was a bit different. The weather forecast was not very favorable and rain chances were pretty high for Sunday morning due to an approaching cold front. Regardless, the hunt was a go! Me, my dad and my buddy Carlos loaded his RV and drove up late Saturday morning. We discussed the weather often and the gloomy skies and rain was a concern.
What luck! The muddy mess predicted for Sunday morning may not be in the cards. We arrived at the RV park shortly after 2PM. The sun was out and you can see the dark clouds quickly retreating to the south. It was freaky, like watching a fast forwarded time lapse video.
It didn’t take long for the grill to get fired up and the first beer to be raised in the air celebrating another year of good food and friends. The pre-hunt festivities continued throughout the evening and before we all knew it, it was time for us to get some sleep. I swear I just blinked and the iPhone alarm tone was piercing my ears like daggers. The mad rush for coffee, camo, guns and ammo was in effect. If I were to film this scene it would look like something from a Three Stooge’s episode. LOL!
As I opened the door, the morning air rushed in. It was cool with a hint of moisture, which told me fog was going to be a challenge this morning. The sky was clear and the constellation Orion greeted me again as I collected my gear. Amazingly, no mosquitoes! Those blood thirsty freaks of nature are a constant in the Florida swamps and we were all well prepared with ThermaCells and Sawyer Insect Repellant. Comically, it must have been the cigar smoke from last night’s festivities, or was it something else? The folklore behind the Black Butterfly tells many tales and we may have just added a new one. Superstition aside, this was great news and we swiftly loaded the coolers and gear in my buddy’s truck. It’s time to go!
The hunting group was split into two buggies and we moved out to a different part of the property. Most of the hunters secured their rifles on the buggy’s hood, but I like to keep my 458 close. Hunting pigs with dogs sometimes provides unique opportunities and that’s exactly what happened.
The two buggies moved on and the second buggy accelerated following what seemed to be a bayed up hog two hundred yards away. We followed closely behind. Suddenly, I observed three black pigs running in a small clearing to our right. We broke from the chase and engaged the new opportunity. Jessie yelled out, “Who’s ready?” Since I was the only one holding a rifle, I was the chosen one.
Let’s give this some thought for a moment. The one buggy I’m on spots pigs running which is great and the general plan. Not just one, but three and they are all black in color. Are you as freaked out as I am? The superstition is well documented regarding the symbolism behind three black cats. Why would three black wild pigs be any different? Furthermore, what’s the coincidence that I spotted them and I was the only one ready to engage them. The probability of all these variables coming into play is truly farfetched, but it’s all on video. Is this all part of the Black Butterfly’s plan?
We lost the pigs in an oak hammock for a moment and the buggy squealed as it raced forward. I heard Dean say, “I’ll try to get in front of them!” We all held on tight, dodging low tree limbs and vines trying to get a clear shot at the group. There they are! The three black pigs were still together, running away from us, approximately 75 yards to my left in a single file. The buggy had not even stopped when I fired a shot, aiming for the last pig as it turned the corner. The buggy came to a stop and I immediately got off, jumping onto the sandy trail. Me and four others sprinted toward the last spot we saw them. The pigs had turned to our left, just out of sight. We all looked for fur and blood, but nothing obvious was present. It’s common for feral pigs to not leave traces of blood after the shot. Their fur soaks up the blood like a sponge.
I got down on my knees, looking for movement. An ear and partial pig silhouette is all could see in the shadows. I fired and my camera man Carlos yelled out “Hit him again!” I sent another round and this one connected. I quickly moved forward, ducking under the palm fronds. I kneeled behind a palm for concealment, peering through all the underbrush for movement. I found him through a small opening and fired the last and fatal shot. The Black Butterfly landed, unleashing its wicked destruction with finality.
For the full story, see SHWAT.com. Social: @SHWATteam
This isn't any fancy hunting video built on reenactments. This is a few uncut minutes, two cameras edited together. From first sighting to dragging out the success story you're there with SHWAT™ Pro Staffer Erik Alexander.
The short version, in his words:
The two hour trip to the northwest corner of Lake Okeechobee has been repeated many times over the years, but this time it was a bit different. The weather forecast was not very favorable and rain chances were pretty high for Sunday morning due to an approaching cold front. Regardless, the hunt was a go! Me, my dad and my buddy Carlos loaded his RV and drove up late Saturday morning. We discussed the weather often and the gloomy skies and rain was a concern.
What luck! The muddy mess predicted for Sunday morning may not be in the cards. We arrived at the RV park shortly after 2PM. The sun was out and you can see the dark clouds quickly retreating to the south. It was freaky, like watching a fast forwarded time lapse video.
It didn’t take long for the grill to get fired up and the first beer to be raised in the air celebrating another year of good food and friends. The pre-hunt festivities continued throughout the evening and before we all knew it, it was time for us to get some sleep. I swear I just blinked and the iPhone alarm tone was piercing my ears like daggers. The mad rush for coffee, camo, guns and ammo was in effect. If I were to film this scene it would look like something from a Three Stooge’s episode. LOL!
As I opened the door, the morning air rushed in. It was cool with a hint of moisture, which told me fog was going to be a challenge this morning. The sky was clear and the constellation Orion greeted me again as I collected my gear. Amazingly, no mosquitoes! Those blood thirsty freaks of nature are a constant in the Florida swamps and we were all well prepared with ThermaCells and Sawyer Insect Repellant. Comically, it must have been the cigar smoke from last night’s festivities, or was it something else? The folklore behind the Black Butterfly tells many tales and we may have just added a new one. Superstition aside, this was great news and we swiftly loaded the coolers and gear in my buddy’s truck. It’s time to go!
The hunting group was split into two buggies and we moved out to a different part of the property. Most of the hunters secured their rifles on the buggy’s hood, but I like to keep my 458 close. Hunting pigs with dogs sometimes provides unique opportunities and that’s exactly what happened.
The two buggies moved on and the second buggy accelerated following what seemed to be a bayed up hog two hundred yards away. We followed closely behind. Suddenly, I observed three black pigs running in a small clearing to our right. We broke from the chase and engaged the new opportunity. Jessie yelled out, “Who’s ready?” Since I was the only one holding a rifle, I was the chosen one.
Let’s give this some thought for a moment. The one buggy I’m on spots pigs running which is great and the general plan. Not just one, but three and they are all black in color. Are you as freaked out as I am? The superstition is well documented regarding the symbolism behind three black cats. Why would three black wild pigs be any different? Furthermore, what’s the coincidence that I spotted them and I was the only one ready to engage them. The probability of all these variables coming into play is truly farfetched, but it’s all on video. Is this all part of the Black Butterfly’s plan?
We lost the pigs in an oak hammock for a moment and the buggy squealed as it raced forward. I heard Dean say, “I’ll try to get in front of them!” We all held on tight, dodging low tree limbs and vines trying to get a clear shot at the group. There they are! The three black pigs were still together, running away from us, approximately 75 yards to my left in a single file. The buggy had not even stopped when I fired a shot, aiming for the last pig as it turned the corner. The buggy came to a stop and I immediately got off, jumping onto the sandy trail. Me and four others sprinted toward the last spot we saw them. The pigs had turned to our left, just out of sight. We all looked for fur and blood, but nothing obvious was present. It’s common for feral pigs to not leave traces of blood after the shot. Their fur soaks up the blood like a sponge.
I got down on my knees, looking for movement. An ear and partial pig silhouette is all could see in the shadows. I fired and my camera man Carlos yelled out “Hit him again!” I sent another round and this one connected. I quickly moved forward, ducking under the palm fronds. I kneeled behind a palm for concealment, peering through all the underbrush for movement. I found him through a small opening and fired the last and fatal shot. The Black Butterfly landed, unleashing its wicked destruction with finality.
For the full story, see SHWAT.com. Social: @SHWATteam
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