Sunday morning- dawn breakin', low clouds, comfortable temps, and a soft drizzle at gray light. Coffee up, and out we go.
We walked, walked some more, and then a little more...not one animal was stirring.
We decided to drive down into the swamp and check things out and NADA, nothing! It was like God "beamed 'em up"- we didn't even scare up a deer or a turkey.
As we drove out of the swamp a little let down if you want to know the truth, and were headed back to the main intersection just out of camp we spot some pigs running off into the big woods and Mike grabs his bow and gets after 'em.
I continued on to the camp to start packin' stuff and getting the camp cleaned up so we could leave later in the day.
In an hour and a half I got everything done and headed back to check on Mike and what do you know? He got on the piggies and stayed with 'em, ghosting them through their travels down the road, and when they ducked off into some thickets he knew they would be back out so he hauled buggy down to where they entered and sure enough, in just a couple minutes here they come back out to the road and he center punched one!
I'm sorry these photos are so bad but with just a disposable camera and the weather was getting nasty, threatening rain, they just didnt come out very well.