these hogs have gotten to the point where they flush at the first sign of danger, so when I show up, you can imagine their horror. my area has become an evolutionary testing ground for the species. they have adapted by acquiring some type of radar that is presently unjammable. they bolted from clear across a one mile circle. the chase was on. I cut through the center bouncing across the ruts from the pivot tires. I know all of the hogs were crapping in their pants from the ruckus. I fishtailed out the other side and poured the conoco to the old chevy. I caught up to them as they were exiting the circle and slammed on the brakes to keep from hitting them. thrusting the rifle out the window, I fired as soon as the scope found the largest. one of my ear plugs fell out in all the bouncing around and the first round pop from the suppressor was a little loud for my comfort level. I'm not sure what it was, but I found something and hurriedly stuffed it in my ear. once back in action, the next largest hog went down with a squeal. the others were long gone in the tall grass by that time. I feel certain I could have pulled off at least three more shots in the time it took to recover from the ear plug malfunction. oh well.. even the pros miss the cut once in a while.