I made my first trip with the tribe to the swamp. I could hardly wait for our departure date, but anxiously passed the days shooting, making lists, shooting, buying lights, shooting at night with a bow light, shooting at night with a headlight, packing, shooting, unpacking, shooting, packing again. You get the picture. I have never been shooting so well. I was ready!
As the time was getting close, my daughter's basketball team kept winning games in the state tournament. They had a heck of a run, but lost in the western finals Tuesday, 2 days after the tribe departed, but that gave me more time to practice. I headed south Tuesday night after the game, and arrived early Wednesday at Andrew's. After unpacking, I shot a few arrows and we suited up and fanned out to kill the furry things. No sightings that night. Did I mention I have been shooting very well?
Wednesday morning, after a few more practice shots, we fanned out again, and went walking, hoping to spot and stalk. while walking along slowly, I shot a rubber blunt a few times to stay loose, and was hitting mud clumps at will. After about an hour, I was glassing a field in front of me when I heard a palmetto rustle beside me. I looked and there was a pig 30 yards out. Then, just as I dreamed, another stepped into an opening slightly quartering away at 12 yards. They had no idea I was there as I burned a hole in her with my eyes and drew. After what felt like a perfect release, I watched my arrow bury itself in the mud right behind her leg and under the chest. I mmmmmmissed