OK so we've heard the story from start to finish. By now most have added up the kills and figured that someone did not score. That someone was I but, I’m not down or out. There will be other days and other hunts and we all no that every dog has its day. I was shooting very will. In camp each day I was shooting at a small piece of foam, a little larger then a golf ball, and was knocking the heck out of it. The only problem was I couldn't seem to get that piece of foam attached to the shoulder of the pigs. The only excuse I have is "hog fever" I shot just over the back each time. I think the adrenalin was flowing such that I was over pulling my draw maybe?? The misses were close but no cigar. There is no way I can describe the excitement of my first hog hunt. My heart in my throat each time pigs came into my area. The expectation each time I went into the blind to wait for the event. The thrills of my son making his first trad kill. It was a hunt I will always remember. Stories told, moments shared, advice exchanged and encouragement offered by all to all present. I can’t wait until next time when redemption will reign for sure.