Well friday came and there was 1 drive about 4 hours.
I shot a running fox (at full tilt) and was just reloading my magazine when to my left I heard the movement of pigs hidden in a scrub area.
I stood up and readied myself as a dog was coming near.
The dog picked up the pigs wind and started to cry in a very excited manner as it entered the cover.
The pigs burst out but were partially out of my veiw there were 4 of them.
When they emerged into a clearer area they were skylined on the edge of my area so I dearn't shoot.
They went out of sight followed by the dog and minutes later there was a volly of shots.
I was by this time shaking that bad I had to sit down.
That was all I saw that drive and was collected and taken down to the others who were having a beer.
the bodies were gutted and then the ceromonies were done.
I was then asked by my host as there was snow and a moon did i want to try a seat for a few hours.
So I spent the evening 4 1/2 hours under the moon in a high seat watching 30 reds feeding beneath my seat.
At 8 I had to leave to meet my lift.
When I told my host no pigs arrived he said I should have shot a red.
Saturday was a big hunt 1 massive drive 60 hunters covered 1/2 the county I think.
About 2 hours into the drive after only seeing a distant fox, from the valley behind me I heard 3 very close shots, I stood up and turned around behind the tree to look.
Then I heard a scuffle to my left a big pig ran accross the track at full gallop I swung up the rem mag and centred the red dot on the pigs head maintaing lead I shot and nothing, reloading without taking the gun from my shoulder I reaimed more centre mass this time and fired the pig shuddered and ran on over the crest.
I knew i'd hit it but it was gone.
I reloaded again when 4 piglets crossed after her I made a poorly aimed shot and fired over the top but they were small and very quick.
I was dying to move to look but was told (and i'm disiplined enough) not to leave my peg.
After 3 more hours the drive was over so I unloaded and went for a look.
My second shot had done the damage I could see in the snow skid marks but no blood??
3 m's further the blood trail started and was very conspicuous on the snow, 30 m's further I could see it laid dead.
I had hit its heart the 175gr breaking the leg on the exit leaving only a 20p sized hole. (god they are tough bug**rs).
So i fired 5 shots and had a fox and a pig.
We had a few more adventures but that will stay on tour.