The tribe from PA met for our annual trip to hunt hogs in the SC swamps! We left cold, wind, and snow behind. What we had ahead of us was temps in the 60's and 70's with clear sky's and sunshine!
Andrew greeted us and we were soon settled in. We have been here many times so it doesn't take long to get into hunting mode. We each had an idea where we wanted to go and which stands we would sit each day.
We found a fairly dry swamp, lots of acorns, and wary hogs. They just were not coming to the feeders as in the past. Some of the guys hunted early and late and had some action but no shots. Still hunting was tough in the dry crunchy leaves.
By the end of the week hogs were located near the river in the thickest of the thick. Lots of sign and hogs running but tough to see or shoot. We each saw hogs, 69 in all. One shot taken at a big red boar with a clean miss.
A gimpy black boar nearly ran over Bob on a game trail. He could only swat at it with his bow as it nearly bowled him over! Within minutes the same hog was bearing down on me as I walked on the road. It stopped in range but behind cover. I held full draw as it busted out with no shot opportunity. Wow!
Each day was full of adventure, each evening was full of laughter, wonderfull dinners, and star filled campfires. We had a great time as good friends do in spite of the tough hunting.
It wasn't the St Valentines Day Massacre we hoped for but it sure was fun!