I don't know why, but this was left out.
So it goes like this. My dad loved his 1.75 liter, plastic jug, $11.99 bottles of single distilled vodka, and bulk animal crackers, which spoke to his affinity for animals, in particular whistle-pigs. He started in early this fine day, at sunrise, and went all day long with his unique diet. We bought it for him by the case of 4!
The hunt was always equal or better than the score, typical monger.
He kept a shotgun in the hall nd a 22-250 wih shells in the shitter for quick access.
It was not an unusual day for him to 'sprint' through the living room with a long gun in hand, to yell 'ground hog', then exit the house firing off shots. He would come in and say '28', or whatever the number it was for the year, and write down the score.
Typical monger.
On this particular day, 9:30ish, 3+ hours into the vodka and animal crackers, he announced that he had to 'take a dump'. Walking the hallway to the shitter at the end of the house, apparently (none of us witnessed the event, we heard it), he spotted his next muse, carousing out the bathroom window, some 30 yards out, sunning herself.
Grabbing the bathroom rifle, he backed up...we think...chambered the shell, and fired right theough a double pane window. 55 grains of copper encased led, low coefficient of drag, exiting the fluted barrel at some 3000 fps.
For those of you who know shooting angles, deflection will occur, but not when shooting straight through.
We heard the window shatter, the bathroom door closed, and after 5 minutes or so, business over, my dad walked out of the shitter and said...
'29', then topped off his glass of vodka, ate a cracker, sat down and went about his day. Not a word said about the bathroom window. A replacement arrived a few weeks later.
This was during his final days, not everything added up in his mind, especially when blotto. He often mistook the dog collar hand held remote shocker for the channel changer, and vice versa, and would yell at the dog for jumping up every time he tried to change the channel.
That whistle-pig never stood a chance. RIP.