Partuculars? Well, I am lucky and blessed enough to have been invited to hunt in a very large wilderness area that has been preserved since the late 1800s. It is a humongous space that looks like it did, pretty much, since the 18th century. And this big ass pig was there and I whacked his ass after 2 days of temperatures in the single digits and teens and double digit winds and falling snow and ice and covering way too many miles on foot. And my Thumper took him down in spite of my apprehensions of shooting such a hawg with a new and untested rifle.
He was 120 yds away on the initial shot. I put the Pentax red dot just behind his shoulder and pulled the trigger. He was hit very hard and started flailing all over the place. I've shot pigs at last light before when snow was falling and it sucks trying to track them. So I kept shooting. I whacked him again near the base the spine and grazed him once. I was running and gunning by then. I got to within 15 feet of him, he sort of burrowed down in the snow, and his ears wiggled. So I whacked him in the back of the head with another round. The end. Dragging that fucker out of the woods was a bitch