I'm sorry it has taken so long. I had to work today.
Wyatt and I saw so many hogs. The first day Ray and I tried to double team a bruiser, but he gave us the slip. We got a good look at him and he must surely weigh at least 350 lbs. Busted us from a small Palmetto patch. He stopped long enought to blow at us. I figure it must be cussing in pig language.
We did indeed get several shots among the group which worked out to be lots of opportunities to laugh at each other. And we did. I had one nice hog come out of the tall grass 10 yards from me and me with bow up and thinking this is going to be so easy. It was'nt. He busted me right as I released and I did'nt touch him. In fact on that afternoon I missed two, both very nice hogs.
Wyatt got to hunt with a Ray some, Mike some, and me. Saturday afternoon we saw some hogs go into a ditch and knew they were feeding or looking for something to eat. We decided to try a sneak. The wind was good so Squirrel bait, Wyatt, and me started slippin up while Ray watched. We could not tell how many hogs were there, we could just see their backs and the grass was high. We evidently got too close and a couple jumped up on the bank and took off. We knew there were more in the ditch, but could not tell how many and if they ran like the others we'd not get the shot we wanted.
Another one jumped and ran. We kept sneakin and had arrows nocked and ready. I believe, if a bull frog had jump up we'd have shot it. We were that tense. About that time another pig jumped up on the bank and stopped. He got hit three times. Can you believe that?!
He still ran and we decided to give it some time. My arrow was a pass through, but Mike and Wyatt could not find their arrows. It was getting dark so we had a great supper and would check on it in the morning.
Mike decide to go to the blood trail while Wyatt and I went on a long hunt back in the swamp. We stayed so busy watching deer, hogs, and Racoons, etc that we did'nt have time to worry much about what Mike found. But Ray picked us up and we got back to camp mid morning to find that Mike was already there.
He found the pig alright and found Wyatt's arrow stuck up the hogs rear end for a Texas Heart Shot. It turns out that his was the only shot that put the hog down quick. He was one excited kid.
You would not believe the way this has changed Wyatt's attitude. He's been absolutely giddy even teased me about my shootin on the trip home. I do believe as proud as I was, Ray and Mike were just as proud for Wyatt.
Lin