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Welp...
Misses thumbing through Facebook this morning.
Happy New Year for some.
THAT is why you want to hunts hogs with a .300 AAC or other 7.62, not a 5.56/223.
How the
did they get that in the truck?!?
snatch block, tree limb
I was thinking similar, my Marlin 444. That's a lot of pig for sure.
When I was a kid I remember my grandfather killing hogs with a .22 pistol. It’s all about shot placement. 
I remember my uncle Bob killing pigs for butcher on his farm with a 22 as well. Right between the eyes. They would walk right up to the gun (him) and stare at it. Doubt that big boy pictured above was so accommodating.
Grandfather stories ...When I was a kid I remember my grandfather killing hogs with a .22 pistol. It’s all about shot placement.
When butchering hogs, my grandfather would stun the hog by hitting it with a hammer then slitting the throat in an almost single motion. Resulting in the hog bleeding out enough that it would just drop before it had a chance to squeal or move. Humane and effective
Not as easy to do as it sounds and is actually an appropriate New Years story.
While in grad school, I was invited to a New Year's eve party in Chicago. It was a 2 plus hour drive from our farm to the party venue, so I called home to let my folks know that I had arrived safely. During the call, my dad told that I needed come home early in the morning. A feeder pig that close to shipping weight (i.e., over 200 lbs) had slipped on ice in the hog lot and broken a leg, so he needed help butchering it in the morning. So I told my friends at the party (who were all from the city) that I would need to leave shortly after midnight. Their reaction surprised me; they asked why the party was so bad that I had to make up such a lame excuse to leave the party early (Leaving to kill a pig!).
Jumping forward In the morning, dad and I led the hog into the barn yard. His plan was to kill and field dress the hog there, then hang the carcass in the corn crib to age before butchering. Dad also planned to kill the hog the way his father always had by stunning with a hammer blow with a quick cutting of the throat. What I did not realize, dad was like me. He had always watched grandpa use this technique but he had never actually done it himself. Well the actual deed went very wrong from here. Like Charles identified, placement of the hammer blow and other details were hugely important to killing the hog without fuss and humanely. It became a cluster where the hog suffered profoundly. Plus, it also traumatized us too.
Namely, Dad was absolutely as cheap as possible but he never home butchered again. From then on, always opting to hire the local butcher for all his butchering needs. Every New Years day since, I am extremely grateful that I am not running around the barnyard chasing a wounded hog in knee deep snow trying to finish killing it without slipping and falling into the blood drenched snow.
It said Tacoma so I fixed it.
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