Back at camp, I was anticipating the evenings hunt with great excitement. Hanging a stand for hogs is not how I hunt them, but it just felt like the best thing to do. Definitely a different approach, and I was looking forward to see how it all played out. And a play it would seem to be.....
I wasn't sure there was going to be a play this evening, or what time it would start, but I sure was going to be there early in my front row seat.
I got settled in about 6:30, and nothing was stirring till the 1st squeal rang out about 7:10. The characters were making there way into the back stage area, and they were in no real hurry. I heard them behind the curtain for 45 minutes and had been wondering for some time if they would start the production before dark. The suspense was killing me.
Bout 8 O'clock the curtain started to rustle, and act one was about to begin.
The leading man marched out of one of those holes to my right. When he got about 5 yards onto the stage two supporting actors trotted out behind him and flared in opposite directions. Then 5 more piled out of their own individual hole at the same time.....within just a few seconds the stage hosted 8 hogs, and the curtain was still rustling. I don't know how many hogs came onto the stage, but I know the leading man angled toward me and started strutting right down the center of the stage.
When he stopped, he didn't stop long, and he wheeled right and headed wide open for a black hole. He literally dove into it, and the curtain rocked and rolled 20 feet in both directions. I don't no how it didn't come down to tell you the truth.....
Act one sure was short.....but I certainly enjoyed it none the less...I also enjoyed the destruction going on now back stage.......