[coug2wolfs]

( E' blitch er a ting ) An act of; destruction, elimination, removal. Collectively referred to as carange by devoted pig killers[/color]

I have a dream. some may call it a nightmare, but, to those that hunt the Russian boar it is novana.

In the far reaches of Canada a severe storm breaks. High winds, torental rains, and massive power outages.

A select breed of altered chromosome pigs stands fast, surveying, waiting. From the sky above comes forth a mighty lightening bolt, a hunderd million volts of power, all unleashed on a single 150 foot oak tree. The tree splits and snaps off above its roots, falling, falling.....and comes crashing down on the north fence line.

At last they are free! The herd quickly moves out of the compound and heads South. They cross through customs unoticed in the wee hours of the morning. As day approaches they bed down and gather some strength. Off and on they get up and tear new ground for food. What they leave behind would pass for a plowed field ready to seed.

They have a destination, a place they have never seen, but a place they know well for it is in their genes, handed them from relatives long since past. Onwards they go, headed for NH, to a place in New Ipswich where an infamous pig killer named Coug2wolfs lives. They have but one purpose, to take him out. For they know if their mission fails, there can be no future for them.

It's 0300 hrs, he bolts upright from a deep sleep, a great disturbance has awakened him. He senses they are free, they are coming, and he smiles. There is much to do.

Quickly he makes calls to his comrads in arms. Some will come far for the impending battle. GB answers the phone, groggy at first, soon awake at the news. He's packed and enroute before the phone clicks off. All calls respond the same way, all are ready to do battle to the end. All know, THIS fight will make BraveHeart look like child's play.

With surgical precision a perimeter is established. Reloaders are behind front lines ramming full charges of powder in brass cases, others seat 300, 400, 500 grain bullets. Onehundred thousand rounds stand in ready, more being assembled.

Spotters keep trace on the herds movement as they cut a swarth through timber. swamps, and urban tracts. Already, 782 people have been killed in their wake. Do good citizens that historicaly were anti gun took up arms in self defense as rooters destroyed their posh dwellings. Of those that lived to tell about it spoke, their claims of dead center hits with no reaction from the pigs appeared to most as missed shots. The soldiers of HAPPY (Hunters against piggy porkers.....Yeeee Haaaaa) smiled, the battle would soon be on them.


OK, somebody wanna write the next chapter :lol:

Coug

 

[coug2wolfs]

Ya'll are too danged SLOW! :lol:

CHAPTER II

It was 0700 hrs, MOnday, the 12th of Never. Loraine Peabody heard a ruckus in the hen house and went to have a look see. As she left the cabin she grabbed a double bit axe.

As she rounded the corner of the henhouse she saw a Russian that would go perhaps 400 pounds with a chicken in his mouth. The hen was squakin and flappin, safe bet he knew he was a gonner.

Loraine, acting in the protective manner you'd expect her to, walked right up to that rooter and burried the axe to the handle in the boars skull. She said blood squirted like a fountain and for sure she expected the hog to fall over dead. Instead, it stood its ground, now looking her straight in the eyes. Slowly, it strted to close it's jaws on the chicken crushing the life out of it. Then he spit it on the ground at her feet.

She said it was a queersome site, as the hog moved off it appeared to have a long horn growing from its head. Once she felt the hog was gone she called HAPPY and told the tale. Now it was only a matter of time.

The pigs were expected to be at the front lines by noon. No new reports had come in that said anything different. It was now 13:00 hrs. Hey GB, what you reckon happened to them pigs Coug asked. Dunno Coug, maybeso they stopped off fer lunch some place. I don't like it, they're up ta sumptin.

A flatlander by the name of Guest let out a scream. We turned in time to see his guts fly out as the rooter opened him up. DAMN yelled Coug, the rooters went an tunneled under the perimeter, THEY"RE IN THE COMPOUND!

Rick Teal had followed em down from Canada, but he had to make a side trip to the hospital when they flipped over his Explorer. He pulled in just in time to hit one head on with the rig and kept running it over and over. We pulled him out and handed him a M79 launcher.

Meanwhile, the womanfolk of HAPPY were painting the frags yellow. Why they looked just like corn! Here comes one, here piggy piggy. Muffled BOOM as pig parts fly through the air.

Hey GB, how we gonna have a proper burial for that dude named Guest that the pigs got? Dunno Coug. Saw it right off, the SOB should have registered proper :wink:

Jerrod! What you doin boy? Fixin this here grape jello for them pigs Coug. Yah but, we don't want em IN here, take that stuff out where we can get some shootin.

Here comes 3 now. Ready, aim,.....BLAm BANG...KAPOW...BAP BAP BAP
Man they ain't even flinchin. Reckon not, what'cha shootin there lad? 243! Here son, at least piss em off with this 444!!!

Zach, you hittin good with that bolt gun, what cal? Ah, 375 H&H, GOOD choice. Leastways they back up a bit when you slap em.

Sun is starting to set. Two dead in the HAPPY camp, 3 more wounded. There's 17 dead hogs layin here an there, 3 more in pieces from M79 and frags.

Reckon we oughta call in the gunships Coug? Nah, not yet, they know I'm still here, they'll be more, let em come.

OK, chime in...will ya. I can't be the onliest one who is touched :lol:

Coug

 

[kevin]

the story

is the story ened? sure want to here the ending coug.
kevin in georgia

 

[coug2wolfs]

Kevin

Ended???? **** NO, it's just beginnin :lol: We got some very experienced pig killers on this here board. I got the blood flowin....now I'm waitin for the rest of the boys to get caught up in this....adventure

Coug

 

[Zachary]

Coug,

Actually, I DO have a 375 H&H! How did you know that?

I used my .300 Win. Mag. and .338 Win. Mag. on hogs this year. I bought the .375 H&H for the BIG 'UNs. (Yea, I did buy it for a hopeful safari hunting trip in Africa, and a possible Bear hunt in Alaska, but the PRIMARY purpose I bought this gun was for BIG MEAN HOGS :twisted: )

I just love stories Coug, tell us more!

Zachary

 

[coug2wolfs]

Chapter 3

For 3 days now Eric had to pick the trash back up. [/color]Every morning he found it scattered here and there. Now this was queersome he thought. Here, in the prime of Bedford NH, amongst $750k to $3 million houses with flawlessly manicured lawns and swimming pools. Some were so fat they even had their own golf courses on their property. There had been no vermin, no predators, not even common house cats managed to survive the horrendous traffic flow, all ended up dead, road pizza, destined for the Road Kill Cafe, or the local Chinese restaurant.

Being as Eric was an Engineer for a prestigous AeroSpace company he considered himself at least as smart as the average bear. And so he decided to set up a proximity alarm in the garage and catch the culprit red handed. He set the transmitter and reciever so there was no way anything could get near the trash without his knowing. The sensor was aside his bed at 2:12 that morning when it triggered. He shot out of bed, grabbed the Model 12 Winchester and a handful of 00 Buck.

As he headed for the garage he stuffed the magazine full, shucked one in the chamber, and replaced it with another in the tube. Some 20 yards from the garage he heard metal garbage cans flying around. Right then he decided he was not dealing with a **** or possum.

He slowly cracked the side door where the light switch was. The safety flicked off the pump, he threw the switch. Of a sudden he stood mere feet from a pair of Russians, now temporarily blinded by the lights. The Model 12 sang its song, again and again, until there was at last a low clink as the hammer fell on an empty chamber.

The neighborhood came alive. Lights were appearing in houses that had only been shadows in the darkness minutes prior. People ran to see what was going on. All the activity caused an inner alarm in the herd leader. He pulled a flanking manuver that would have made Patton a proud General, and it was so effective.

Candy did not bother to put anything on besides the sheer nightie she wore, her curiousity level higher than her modesty. Maybe it was because she was a woman, maybeso it was the sight of her in that nighty, but for whatever the reason, 7 pigs cornered her snapping their teeth, pawing the ground, eyes glowing red like lazers in the night. And then they left her.

Charlie, her slow to get up boyfriend was not so fortunate. The 7 were on him 3 feet from the dwelling he left. He never stood a chance, they were on him. Once down, the herd leader servered his juglar, then, ripped his head off and rolled it like a polo ball. Two other pigs opened his torso and began eating on his entrails.

By now, the garage was packed with horror struck people whos mouths hung wide as they looked upon the blood sprayed wall and floor. One hog laid dead, most of its head gone from multiple loads of buckshot at close range. A trail of blood towards the new hole in the side of the garage told of an even more dangerous hog now, one that was wounded.

Manchester's finest appeared. They looked, they took notes, they talked to witnesses. A citizen asked what the law was going to do about all this. The young Seargent snapped back, We'll investigate and let ya'll know.

Within 30 minutes HAPPY was contacted. Dang! Coug was doing his own little piggy brake dance now. They gone an infiltrated society, they're in the cities and suburbs now. Gonna be **** to get em in there with all a them Hee Haws runnin around squealin and screamin.

GB, break camp, we gotta get in there with em, take em out one at a time. They won't be back here, they know I have to go in after em, they're countin on that.

Ya know GB, them pigs had Candy square. They coulda gutted her right there, but they didn't. Maybeso they got a weak spot. Got me a idea, I do.

You heard me right Capatain, we want to pay to have all these here "Bad Girls" released to our custody. Let's go gals. Ok, here's the plan. We gonna set up on the edge of town. There's a oak grove there that's well lighted with some high points so's the pigs can't get at the girls. They'll be able to see em, but they won't be able to get at em. HAPPY soldiers will establish a line of fire to take on the pigs while they gawk.

And they came, on cue, just as Coug had figgered they'd do. They lined up looking at some 15 or so scantily clad huggers, some wearin hardly nuthin a'tall. Looked like the boys on Friday night at the Blue Max said one of the HAPPY soldiers after the battle. Why do ya think they call em PIGS :wink:

Lead was flyin, pigs was diein, the girls were screaming. About what I dunno, they were safe enough. Maybeso all the excitement, perhaps the gun fire. Maybe the ear splitting sqealin of dead and diein pigs.

There were no clean kills. Some pigs took as many as 300, 400 rounds before going down. Others looked like the car from Bonnie & Clyde. Human screams came from the left sector. Harry hobbled by on one leg, half the other missing, most of his face bit off. His brother Festus was dead, kilt when 3 rooters caught him tryin to reload.

As fast as they came, they were gone. And behind them laid dead on both sides. The papers wrote it up as a victory for HAPPY, but the HAPPY Army was not so sure.

They're spreadin out said Coug. We managed to bait em in on this one, but I don't believe they'll fall for that trick again. We're gonna have to do likewise, split up and see if we can't take em out in small batches.

Bad news Coug said Dr Pignhoof. This strain has managed to propogate in 10 days! The herd that left Canada has grown 10 fold already, and that's not countin all we kilt.

Get holt of the President said Coug. I want everything they got in Berets and Seals. Call Rambo, call em all. Alert all the hunting boards, we're gonna need guns and manpower.

Three miles from the HAPPY camp the herd leader spoke with his growing Army. I want Coug, an I want the ******* alive. He's countering our every move. Almost like he KNOWS what we're gonna do next. Yah but, sez one of the seasoned pigs, they got him protected pretty good with a bunch of guys from Graybeard Outdoors, an them suckers know how to shoot! True Son, but some of that crew is shootin small caliber guns. We gotta find out where that weakness is an exploit it.

So another chapter is written, the stage is set for yet another battle. Anybody wanna take a stab at it? :lol: [/color]
Coug

 

[Tony D]

The Saga Continues...

Coug, briefing his HAPPY troops, decimated as they are: "Just got off the phone with the president. He's having the Joint Chiefs send men from 5th Special Forces Group at Bragg and the Seals from San Diego. He's also promised us an Air Force Predator with an operator for IR surveilance. Looks like we got his attention.

I also got a call from some crazy Italian in Illinois. Seems he persuaded the folks at Accurate Reloading to send him the A-Square in .577 T-Rex with 100 rounds. He'll be here in 3 hours.

GB, have you heard from the scouts?"

"Yeah. Dr. Pignhoof is right on the money. Them pigs are increasing their numbers exponentially, whatever the heck that means. Just know there's a bunch of them. Funny thing, though, the scouts say they seem to be all joining up together. I wonder what that could mean..."

 

[coug2wolfs]

Good Man Tony! Now that wasn't bad, now was it :lol:
Coug

 

[coug2wolfs]

C H A P T E R IV

The far side of the swamp was quite as the HAPPY army lay in wait. Army intelligence reported some on 1000 hogs headed for the Heebeegeebee Swamp. Navy Seals were in scuba gear figgerin on stickin them some rooters as soon as they set hoof in the water. Their plan was to come up underneath em and slit their bellies open lettin their guts get sucked out by the current. Sounded like a good plan.

Of a sudden a cry hailed from one of the forward observers, The pigs are comin, The pigs are comin! And come they did. Waves of them, and they hit the water right where the Seals lay in wait. Oh it was a bloodbath at first. The perfectly excuted plan of the seals left 214 pigs floatin belly up and gutless. The entire swamp rose 2 feet from all the blood outa them hogs. One observer called it the Red Swamp, naming it after the Red Sea.

Then it turned sour. The pigs were adaptin! A new wave in the water was swimming at three times the speed of the first wave. How can this be Tony asked? Dr Pignhoof was pointing at charts nailed between two trees. Ya'll see, they went and growed webbin atween their toes jest like a duck! Too, they have angled their own tusks froward instead of up. Now we got 400 and 500 pound swimmin spears after our boys.

Get em out! Get them &^%[email protected]# Seals outa that water NOW screamed Coug. It was already to late, Navy Seals bobbed up here and there, some torn, some gutted, all dead. And the pigs made land where the HAPPY Army waited.

The herd leader's plan was effective at first. The pigs broke through the 1st line of defense leaving 23 HAPPY dead. GB! Get me the boys with the lever guns. I want two lines HERE. One line fires until empty then they drop to a kneel. The second line opens up while the 1st line reloads. Iwant this setup on 3 sides, they can't come in on the back side lessen they can bore through rocks.

Observers were hard pressed to determine if the piles of empty brass were deeper than the pile of dead and diein pigs. Some 10 minutes into the strategic move new pigs were trying to climb over dead ones to get to the HAPPY troops. This slowed them down to the point that brave young HAPPY campers scrambled over the heap of dead rooters to meet the oncomers head on an slit their throats with bowie knifes. There was war cries, screamin an squealin, and diein. One lad of Native American decent was liftin the hair off'n the pigs he likt, countin coupe on each an every one.

The herd leader surveyed the carnage. Coug's Army had beaten him once again. He squealed the retreat cry, but Coug's boys were crazy in the blood and they wanted more. Some took off after runnin pigs jumpin on their backs and blowin their brains out with 454 Casull revolvers.

The Piglet Gazzette wrote it up as a complete victory for HAPPY. This time, HAPPY agreed.

Where will the next battle be? And, when?

 

[Tony D]

The leader gathered what was left of his once mighty herd and licked his wounds... literally. He had taken 5 shots from a huge handgun fired by a some man with a gray beard. One of his lungs had collapsed and he was bleeding from 3 holes in his neck - but he was alive and boyo, was he ticked.

He led the 50 or so that could still walk back North to their home in Canada. He would get with the strange old hog that had the crazy ideas about breeding the uberhogs. Maybe he could convince the old rooter to better develop a thicker armor plate that covered the neck area, because the herd had lost most of it's numbers by surgically placed neck shots.

The humans had beaten him this time, but when they next met, he'd be ready! :twisted:

 

[coug2wolfs]

Tony

You're gettin into it! I LIKE it, better defenses......hmmmmm, I smell another chapter comin :lol:

Coug