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Main Boards => PowWow => Topic started by: Biggamefish on March 27, 2016, 09:22:00 PM
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Heading down for a hunt this week. Will be leaving shortly, and I am sure there will be some great stories to tell. See you all Sunday!
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Good luck!
Stack 'em like cord wood!
Bisch
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Good luck and have a great time!
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Good Luck!
Leave a few, I'll be there in a month.
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Have fun Matt!!!!!
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Just read about that place and may put it on my to do list so definitely let us know how it goes! Good Luck!
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Good Luck, and enjoy that southern hospitality and the food!!
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Good luck.
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Good Luck Matt.
I'll pester you all week with texts looking for updates. :readit: ;)
Looking forward to the stories when you get back!
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Good luck! Let us know how you do.
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Good luck and enjoy the adventure!!
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They will treat you well.
Very nice fellows.
I need to get down there myself one day.
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Good luck to you and the gang. Tell Steve to stay out of the water this time.
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Enjoy!!!! Looking forward to the stories you will post when you are done!
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good luck!
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The new camp is such a wonderful place to stay. As nice as it is we urged Andrew to add one more thing, a front porch on the bunkhouse. We offered to come down to build it for him.
We were blown away last week when we pulled in and saw the brand new roofed porch, complete with rockers! We soon christened it The Fa Kow Ee Fort! A suitable plaque will be hung on our next visit.
We spent many hours there relaxing, watching little gators catching frogs, and just shooting the bull.
Wild Things is not just a great hunting destination, it's a place of healing. All the worlds crap melts away while you are there. I can't wait to go back!
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good luck
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Have a great hunt!!!!!
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Well good times where had by all in camp. We arrived on Monday afternoon got situated and I got a look at the new cabin and eating area. WOW is all I can say. Andrew Harper built a great place in a very beautiful setting. When you can look out from the front porch in a rocker and look into a pond/swamp and see gators, hear the frogs and birds you know it going to be a good time.
Tues,
There was four in camp. We got up early and 2 headed down to the swamp to chase the elusive hogs and two stayed up top. I was one of the two down in the swamp (my favorite place on the property). I crossed the turkey foot went to the left and walked down the road slowly for a few minutes. I hooked right into the swamp and melted into the cypress trees, palmettos, and river cane. I slowly stalked around the slews that had water in them, seeing tracks and rooting sign meant I was in the right area.
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As I stalked around I looked up to see some ears running past me. They were headed in the same direction as I was. Only problem was a stream that looked deep between us. I saw a tree and started to cross only to have a log leaning on it go crashing into the brush. I got across and the pigs where no where in site. I found there tracks and started to follow. I lost them soon after I started and went back slithering my way through the river cane.
I had 1.5 hours left until we were supposed to meet up to go for lunch so I stalked my way back towards the truck. As i slowly moved through a small slew I picked up some nice sized tracks and fresh sign. I put the stalking speed down to ultra slow KAME (Kame means turtle in japanese). Now LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING that is the speed you want to go when you see good sign. I stopped to look through my binos and glassed a great big stump, just as I was about to take my next step I looked 10 yards in front of me and I froze something caught my eye. Laying in front of me was a black and grey mass. I could only see 2-3 inches of it sticking out of the leaf litter. I raised my bino's and saw a bunch of hair moving in the breeze. Now the dilemma, all i could see was the back and this pig was so tucked in to his bed I could not tell which end was the head. On top of that it was laying up with a tree in the way. I decided to take a couple step right to clear the tree and maybe figure out his position.
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I made my last step and the pig raised it's head. In what seemed like 2 second the pig was standing,turning and about to run. I pulled the string back hit anchor. The arrow flew low and I missed. The hog ran out to 25 yard+- and stopped broadside to me. The second arrow was already on the bow and I was at anchor. I let it fly only to see it miss the pig in front of his chest. That pig vanished into the swamp never to be seen again by me. Good news, I missed cleanly and found both my arrows.
No more pigs were seen by me that day. I sat a feeder in the afternoon and saw one deer and a turkey.
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Went there last year, had a blast, plenty of hogs, brought some meat back to NC. Turkeys were gobbling like crazy. Harry stayed with me the whole time looking for my hog.
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As I was getting down from my stand I noticed that my I actually got a txt message. Reception is terrible on the property! (one thing that makes it that much better. You really get away). It was my buddy at another stand close by.
The message said "hit one but I don't know". I headed over to find him. When we finally met up it was almost dark. We went back found blood and started trailing. We found decent dark blood at first then it started to peeter out. We couldn't continue in the dark so we where coming back in the morning!
This is what we were dealing with.
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Dave's Field??
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:coffee:
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Yep, daves field. I was sitting there enjoying lizards and frogs inside the blind , when i noticed a strange noise coming down the road. At first i thought it was a big gust of wind heading my way.it finally dawned on me that i was hearing a sounder of hogs heading my way. In no time at all they were under the feeder at a whopping 8 yards. The group consisted of 13 hogs with two that probably weighed in around 80 pounds. THIS WAS IT! My chance to finally show matt up! As the hogs started to suck up the corn at an alarming rate , i realized 2 things.#1 the corn is almost gone , and #2 the largest hog ( the one i wanted to shoot) is TOO close ! In order to shoot , im going to have to raise up some how.
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Trying to get my legs under me and shift my weight forward for the shot was not easy. Slowly as possible, i began my shot sequence. In my own opinion , hogs are a difficult animal to shoot. They never stand still ! Along with the constant movement , they are busy weaving in and around each other. Following the boar as he starts to head to parts unknown i pull through the string , everything slows down and the i see the arrow smash into the pig. My first split second impression, a tad high. The shot almost knocks him off his feet. In an instant it barrels off in the opposite direction of the group. I see the shaft break off against a tree , everything goes quiet
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Sounds like a dead hog to me! :campfire: :coffee:
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Matts two pictures show the chest high grass and, if you zoom in on the second picture you can see the results of the shot.. After 20 minutes I cant stand it anymore .Looking at the shaft it looked like about 10 inches of arrow had penetrated. The broadhead had broke off at the insert , making me lean towards hitting the offside shoulder. Walking the chest high grass . I see decent blood . Sneaking along , i start to hear that voice , its the one that tells you that you should be walking up to a dead hog. I text matt and walk out , we both head back together and with his younger eyes stretch it out to 200 yards. Heading back to camp , i hope morning will help me out.
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Back at camp ,everyones all ears . Half of me wants to say dead hog, the other half says alittle too high . Ken and his son Doug volunteer their eyes and legs for next mornings search., i protest not wanting them to use up their hunt time on me , my protest fall on deaf ears. They wont have it any other way. These two guys are as solid as they come, even if they are from New Jersey. :biglaugh: To our disappointment the morning brings us four along with Andrew's friend charlie , and Harry the wonder dog , nothing but tired legs and wet feet
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Returning from the search, i feel like the guy who whiffed the easy pitch at the big game. If you guys listened closely immediately after the shot on that pig, you might have heard the crowd groan in unison. Bowhunting is an interesting passion. Its one of those few things I have experienced that brings you to the top of the mountain, but one wrong move and your falling to the bottom. I moped around for a while , but ken gives me some encouragement along with andrew using his deep south pep talk magic on me , I m back in the saddle. Besides , We all have something to look forward to the next day . The man himself , legendary member of the P.R.O , Ray Ray from the bronx is flying in to lend a hand on this hunt..
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As a member of this hog hunt I would like to say that traditional bow hunters accept the challenges of our sport, knowing full well that there are no guarantees or want any and ethical shots sometimes can go astray. However, picking yourself back up and continue to hunt is test of your character; good job Steve. As for rest of our group, thank you for your camaraderie, my son and I couldn't of found a better bunch Trad guys to share a camp with. :D
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Tues,
As Steve said the pig was a no show for dinner that night! I don't care who you are even I get excited for someone when they get a shot and also feel the let down when it isn't recovered. It was a let down. We all patted Steve on the back, it happens to all of us.
After the search ended I went back down in the swamps to stalk around. This trip was uneventful but I did find where a monster was living.
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That is a 175grn tigershark for comparison.
I walked my way out of the swamp to sit a feeder in the afternoon but the pigs didn't cooperate. I knew I was heading back down to the swamp in the mroning to see if I could find the maker of that big pile!
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Picture this 4 of us sitting around the fire pit mid day. Andrew goes to pick up "RAY". Now I have heard the stories of this great member of the P.R.O. but never had the pleasure of meeting him. Now I see Andrews car pulling in. Here he come!
I hear the slam of the car doors and out walks PAPA NOEL himself. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Imagine a guy that looks like he walked straight out of the Bronx,Texas heart lands and Puerto Rico! Thats right Ray Bans, designer jeans some cowboy boots and a beard that would make the meanest biker jealous!
All that aside I knew he had been to the property before and had a legacy of being a hard pig hunting machine along side of that he is the kinda guy that you like instantly and know you are going to have a great time with. I don't think anybody in camp could keep a straight face when this guy was telling a story. I wish I had a picture of him walking into camp but i was lucky enough to get a picture getting ready to hunt.
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The camp was almost full we were waiting for one more guy to come in on weds then we would be a full group of pig staking crazy people!
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Bummer Steve and Matt. I know things will be more lively with ray in Camp. I've been anticipating this thread. Keep it coming boys!
Matt, thats either from a big pig or hurt really badly coming out :eek: :scared:
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Glen was the last guy to make it camp. he is a fellow New Yorker that hunts trad so whats not to like about him. If anybody on here is looking for some one liners he is the king of them. He had us laughing as much as Ray. He also builds a mean bow. The one he had with him was not only beautiful, it spit an arrow out straight, flat and faster than a pig on a run to a feeder with bacon on it!
For those that have been to the Andrew's camp. Imagine a guy (Glen) standing at the steps to the kitchen. Another guy giving a friendly bet that he can't hit the target from there! I see Glen draw an arrow and draw back. I see him raise his bow but not at the angle it should be at for a shot of around 50 yards. Woosh the arrows is off and whack right into the pig target. Couldn't believe it. He also knew how to cut peoples feathers off while shooting in a group. I did notice he usually shot last though!!
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Thursday,
Glen and I headed down to the swamps to chase some pigs. We where in just after light and I was headed to stiles feeder for a morning sit. Glen was going to hog lake.
I sat for 2 hours and nothing showed so I was back to the turkey foot and down the left leg again. I checked some of the feeders and no good sign. So I decided to stalk the river cane again. I had to get the wind right and was moving slowly when I suddenly got the feeling that something was watching me. I look left and there is the shape of a huge hog standing 15 yards away. I start to swing and draw but the gig was up and he was out of there. He was a belted pig. He had a black but and black head with a whiter middle section and went well over 250. I stalked my way over to his bed then around a tree. I took 2 more steps and boom up come another hog. This guy is all black and looked to be 150-200lbs. He was out at about 18 yards when he stopped in the cane. I had no shot and he didn't let me take another step. After that it was time for lunch so out I went. Ray was the only one who got a shot at a pig but didn't connect.
I sat Daves stand that night and only saw frogs, a fox squirrel and some turkeys.
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With Ray Ray in camp , the board was set. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. While Matt and Glen stalked the swamp ,Ray and I decided to check out the dove field and catch up on things. The weather had become pretty warm at this point . I deemed midday officially to hot to hunt . A nap was in order while I planned how to score another encounter at rock throwing distance. Andrew had mentioned a few feeders which seemed to be hot , so we were ready to head out later . Around 5 we piled in the truck and off we went. A quick circle around the stand revealed one huge set of tracks that seemed to circle the bait site. Little did this track maker know, i had brought along my lone wolf climber. My game plan was for him to circle the ladder stand all he wanted, i wasnt going to be there for him to pick me off.
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Having a perfect tree in a perfect spot was not in the cards.the tracks seemed to all filter in from the clear cut. The trail i wanted was either too far from one tree or cutting the wind very close to the other... After a brief debate with myself, i chose the closer shot gambling that the wind would hold. As i settled in , i enjoyed the atmosphere. Anyone that has never been down south , i would urge you to go. As red beastmaster wrote , this place has a quality that i find hard to put a finger on. Whatever quality it embodies , I find myself drawn to coming back every year. Maybe twice a year even! As the sounds of the tree frogs and songbirds melted together, that magic time we all wait for began. Distracted by the 3 or for toms that gobbled in the nearby pines, I failed to notice the large black mass in the clearcut that had somehow appeared out of nowhere.
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I hate commercial breaks! Always happens at an intense part in the program! Come on man! :campfire:
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Sorry boys ! Had to throw another log on the fireplace. Going from shorts and flip flops to jackets and boots is not fun. Anyway , the large black boar in the field stood stone still for at least 5 minutes looking towards the ladder stand and feeder. He had obviously played this game before. It was at this point a smile grew on my face. This boar was keyed in on the wrong spot! I was 45 yards farther down from him. Already i could hear myself telling the boys how my powerful bowhunting intuition had once again proven fatal! As the boar waddled his way across the clearcut it was obvious he wanted to use the wind in his favor. During this time i was amazed at how similar a maine black bear hunt felt right about now. It all depended if he would take the right trail . After 10 more minutes of walking and testing the wind , he was now approaching the trail that would lead him to the feeder and a 12 yard blind date with my arrow.. Standing up as he passed a tree i was in position,. Mental checklist , feet set... Bow arm straight .. Tension on the string.. Start to concentrate on that pocket.. Dont look at his horns..or tusks or whatever it has. It was right about now i noticed the boar snapped to attention . He stood still again, then changed his course. The boar passed me on my left at about 30 yards , nose to the ground . All my mental powers screamed for him to walk back , but he had found what he was looking for.. One sniff of my scent trail was all it took. He beat feet and crossed the road into the row pines. I saluted him and told him next time he might not be so lucky.. Im sure somewhere the gods of the hunt gave him a round of applause., he deserved it at any rate. Back to the drawing board for the next morning
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Classic game of cat and mouse with an old wise boar! I love it!! I hope you got another chance at him!
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Friday,
Friday had us scrambling. They were calling for 90-100% rain at 12. Steve Ray Glen and I went to the picnic area and headed to the right, Glen was going to the turkey foot. I stayed low and hunted the edge of the swamp heading west towards the property line. The other two went down the road towards the gumbo stand. I slowly moved in and started my stalk. The mosquitoes had been getting worse all week but now with the front moving in and the humidity on the rise they where absolutely horrendous. It was like some one was playing a violin and just ripping the bow across it right in my ear while drilling for oil on any exposed flesh. I stayed in the swamp for around an hour and luckily the swamp edge pushed my out to a 2 track only a couple of quarts where giving up in that time. I ended up walking up a little ways and saw a turkey take off. I could see the top of a feeder. I was hoping hogs scared it off. As I snuck up I was met with nothing but a grey squirrel eating corn. Though I thought to myself that the sign looked really fresh there. As I passed the stand site I saw a great trail with awesome tracks. I turned onto it and stalked up to the dove field. All of the sudden I hear someone yell HOG! I turn and wait but nothing happens. I walk back to the road and wait to see if someone pops out. Nothing so I ended up cruising down and looking through some chert piles. No heads were found. About 1030 the rain started and proceeded to get heavier and heavier. I headed back to the truck. Half way there I see Steve and Glen coming towards me. Steve proceeded to tell me his story.
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Like Matt said , with some large storm cells scheduled to hit us in the afternoon , the morning hunt was in jeopardy. Truth being told i have never been a fan of hunting in the rain . Just as I was going to challenge myself to a sleeping contest, Ray gets in my ear with his patented " let me tell you something" storys. Ray went on to describe how one of the feeders was being crushed by a dozen large hogs. This group in question was composed of a huge 200pound shaggy red and black hog and his other buddies , not one under 120 pounds. After ray told this story , in which he promised a shot for one of us , i couldnt resist. Ray's story of a band of mutant , monster hogs was met with more than alittle skepticism by all members. On the drive in , Ray never quit . He was a believer. As we approached the feeder , i looked around and was in shock! The area around the feeder was destroyed! It looked as if a bulldozer had hit it! Ray was excited to say the least. ray urged me to sit in the area, but i declined, this was his opportunity and i wasnt going to spoil it for him. As i left the feeder , my game plan came to me. A walk was in order , i always wanted to check one of the fields down the road for arrowheads , this seemed like a great time for that.
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As i walked down the road at a good pace , hogs took a back seat as i enjoyed the sights and smells of the area. The weather seemed to be holding well with a mix of sun and clouds. It was shaping up to be a good day to take my bow for a hike. Just as i entered a section of pines that bordered the swamp i heard it.. Pigs fighting! I put the brakes on and tried to get a direction. As i listened intently for conformation of what i heard , doubt set in. I began making excuses for my ears. It was at this moment i heard it again ! This time i had a bead on it! They seemed to be right where the swamp borders the pines , about 200 yards away. My mind snapped right back into hunt mode. Should i sneak up on them? The wind was perfect . As i glassed in that direction i had a problem. It was super thick with brush for the next hundred yards , then i had to deal with the palmettos, chances of success not good. As i stood there trying to formulate a plan it came to me. I took off sprinting down the road. My plan was unorthodox , but it might just work . 1/2 mile down the road came the main tool of my plan.it was called the gumbo stand and it was literally right off the road. A feeder stood on one side of the road accompanied be a 10 foot ladder stand on the other side.opening the feeder , i pushed the "test" button on the timer . A shower of corn and gear noise was the result. Spinning around i scampered up the ladder and quickly got situated. I just clipped in my carbiner. When 150 yards out i saw them , hogs.. Big hogs ..charging through the knee high brush towards the feeder.. This was going to get serious really fast!
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I'm on the edge of my seat!! :campfire:
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This is the part that gets weird for me. We as hunters love a story, and embellishing is all part of it. Im sure the cave painters in lascoux even took liberties , right? As the hogs jockeyed for position at the feeder i instantly recognized this group.. One huge , shaggy red and black hog followed by a dozen others , all over 120 pounds!. Ray had it wrong though! The shaggy red and black hog had to weigh at least weigh 250 pounds ! It was a monster and is the biggest boar i had ever seen in 4 years of hunting them on this property! Lesson learned , I immediately began forming my apology to ray about the dangers of being a nonbeliever. I hate when that happens. The two monster sized hogs stayed facing me as the rest darted in and around jockeying for position. Worried that the wind might shift at anytime , i singled out a nice 150 pounder. This boar stood perfectly broadside . With the last shot still fresh in my mind I beared down , told myself to slow down and picked a hair in the sweet spot. Time slowed down. For me at least , this feeling is usually a hallmark of a good shot. I pulled through my clicker , felt it pop and watched as my axis shaft tipped with 225 grains of tuffhead infused mojo spun its way to my target . I watched as the shaft buried to the fletching right were i wanted. Chaos erupted .the group busted out and headed for the swamp 150 yards away. I sat down and questioned if that just really happened. No mistakes this time. Give it time , 30 minutes should do it.. As if on Que, i heard it . It was loud enough to make me flinch, THUNDER.. The hunt gods were not done testing me yet.
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This is great Guys.
With Glen in Camp, It must have been an awesome time. he is by far one of the finest people I have met.
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That guy can shoot.... !
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Originally posted by steve helstowski:
That guy can shoot.... !
He is a great shot... has to be, he puts his targets in front of a rock wall.
Ask him about the time I made a great shot behind his house....
I was able to richochet an arrow off his target, off the rock wall, off a tree and center punch a large Slug... I be even ole' Ferguson couldn't do that one :readit:
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Well.....? :coffee:
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The storm was definately heading my way. At this point i knew i was taking a risk with possibly bumping the hog. In less than 10 minutes , i was on the ground. I found first blood about 10 yards from the site. Bright red with lots of bubbles , the trail had enough volume that i followed it at a fast walk. The thunder was increasing in frequency and volume. Flashes of lightning could be seen off in the distance. It was heading my way. Cursing my luck , i moved as fast as i could . With the trail as heavy as it was i expected to see a dead hog in front of me at any moment. The boar had made it to the edge of the treeline crossing a 30 yard section of ankle deep swamp. It started to rain .. Judging by the lightning , the storm was on top of me. I picked up blood on the other side of the water , a small palmetto filled island of sorts. If i could just get matt or anybody on the phone , i could finish this. Suddenly 40 yards out , i picked up movement . A single pig , slowly walked off the island , away from me deeper into the swamp.I entertained the idea of trying to get another arrow into it , but there was no way. Reaffirming what i thought all along , i backed out directly away from it. The rain started to come down steady. Clearing the swamp. I headed towards the road. I was p-$$ed off , frustrated ,.. all that stuff . Cursing my luck , i headed to the car. In a strange twist, matt was close enough to hear me., only a few hundred yards away from me and my predictament. Making it to the car , i gave Glen and Ray the news.. The rain had reached downpour status. It was miserable . Glen decided to head back with me . With ray waiting for matt at the car , we headed back into the storm.
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Here is the blood trail before the rain hit.
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As Glen and I trudged through the rain with about 20 feet visibility, a thought ran through my mind. I literally meet glen less than two days ago, now without a second thought he followed me into the pouring rain. The crazy part is , I have experienced this same thing time after time in our Tradgang community. Call it camaraderie, brotherhood or whatever. It is a something i feel is missing in our society in this day and age. We ran into matt as we rounded a corner , he was brought up to speed with the current series of wayward events. As we approached the swamp the compasses came out and we grid search the area.. In a few hours this area was likely to be totally under water.
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In the end ,our searches for that day and the next came up empty. . Dont get me wrong , i would love to have posted some awesome hero pics with the guys amid a thunderstorm.. Who wouldnt? I even felt alittle beat up in the ego department . It just wasnt in the cards this week . Still, amid all my debacles , an underlying theme can be found. In truth almost all the NY crew had ideas of canceling this trip. The original planner of this trip, wouldnt have made this trip with us. A sad truth of it is , he will never make any of our trips again. The events that led up to this will hang over many of us for the rest of our lives. Questions will remain unanswered , family members will be missed, a tragedy on so many levels. I came on this trip unsure of what i might experience . I thought maybe we shouldnt go. I realize now that we had to go.in order for us to heal , we need to press forward. To remember the good times , not the bad. In the end laughter , camaraderie and brotherhood is a bond that along with time ,will eventually heal all wounds. For this , i want to thank all the members of this trip for providing this . I hope all our paths will all cross again soon.
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I was waiting for this story to end before I posted anything. I was the only one in camp to not see a hog. Deer,Turkeys,gators and snakes, but no pigs. I did on the other hand have a great time with some awesome people.
Ken and his son Doug from Jersey were a pleasure to have in camp, both gentleman. Steve and Matt hunt as hard as anyone I know and are die hard traditionalists. Both skilled archers for sure. And then there is Ray. To know him is to love him. (Except for his snoring). I came on this trip not really knowing anyone,and left having made six new friends.
Andrew is the epitome of a true southern gentleman. I never felt more at home at a hunting camp. The food,lodging and property were all superb. It was a very touching moment after our last meal when Andrew shared his thoughts on the tragic events that preceded our trip. I have been home only a week and already am thinking going back. Hopefully with the same crew.
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There's only one Andrew Harper. We could use many more like him.
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Well said, Bud. I agree completely.
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Andrew could easily replace the Dos Eqis guy as " the most interesting man in the world". If he wasn't so humble.
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Good stuff fellas!!!
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That guy is awesome , he makes that place special. Curt. Theres room in the car for next year, hint hint
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Good stuff guys. Theres something about those southern swamps that are therapeutic. mix that with great camaraderie and food, well that is just the stuff dreams are made of. Good thing in this case, they can come true.