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When you live in my area you know that when you get a call about a pest in the muckheap its probably not rabbits. I had a call from a lady who found some unwelcome visitors sitting on her muck heap as she went to muck out her horses. She had seen her two paddocks turned upside down over the Christmas period and was just about at her witts end. I set myself up about 50yds of the muck heap and the long wait began. Two early mornings and late evenings of sitting staring through the NV saw nothing, the stealth cam only managed a rabbit and two foxs, oh and lots of lovely horse piccies over two days and nights. On Saturday I had promised to help a mate out beating on a new shoot he had set up so skipped the stake out, my wife texted me in mid drive to say the lady with the muck heap problem had been visited by six boar, they had not really been bothered by her or her two yapping dogs. They took a leisurly retreat when she was within twenty yards of them, she had found their lack of fear a bit unnerving. This morning I set up position once again, the light rain and mist made the NV virtually useless with alot of glare back. Slowly the darkness turned into a very dull morning and I decided that today wasnt going to see any action. I pulled off the NS200 camera from the scope and was just about to sleeve the rifle when a movement caught my eye. A boar had come through the hedge and just stood looking in my general direction but not in a safe shooting position, it proceeded straight toward me across the Menage', behind two more dark shapes appeared. The first boar decided to change direction and walked back across the paddock putting itself into a safe shooting position. This was may be my only chance of a safe shot so squeezed the trigger though the boar was still moving. With a squeal it rocketed forward, straight into the stock fence and dropped kicking its back legs. The two other boar stood momentarily still right infront of the large muckheap, I turned, position the cross hairs and let another shot ring out. As if unhit the boar and its comrade launched themselves back through the hedge they came through. By this time the first Boar had got back to its feet and though obvioulsy hard hit tried to join its buddies, it was a little nerve wracking as I had to wait until it was level with the muckheap before I could safely pin it through the shoulders. That boar well and truly dead my concerns turned to the second boar I had shot, I was pleased to see a big pool of blood by the hedge, sure enough, once out in the ajoining paddock I could see a thick blood trail leading to a dead looking lump in the middle of the field, it had gone a good 80yds.