The weather let up Saturday afternoon, and I looked forward to some good hunting after not seeing much in the morning. Nathan had shot a hog that morning, and I had a long stalk on a big boar that didn't work out. We both stalked a group of hogs late in the morning from each side of the pipeline. Nathan was giving me hand signs along the way, which I couldn't understand at all. He was either telling me to steal third, or poke the pig in both eyes.
Here's a shot of Nathan returning from a stalk on one of the bazillion Jackrabbits we saw.