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| Just about 6:30, as the last light was disappearing int the sky, this young boar jogged across the clearing. He took me by surprise, and I was fortunately to be able to get a bead on him. At 95 yards, one shot through the chest effectively dropped him in his steps. Armed with a camera, I got a few pictures before I called Kenneth to ask for help in bringing him back to the cabin. | |||||||||||||||||
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