...Second evening...it's almost dark as we walk down the road. We hear a grunt and a big black boar comes barrelling out of the pines and crosses about 50 yards in front of us. He goes down in the woods to our left and starts snorting like a deer! Terry said the hog was ticked off and he certainly sounded like it.
We continue walking and suddenly Terry stops and points to our right. He hears hogs. We stop at the crossing that is literally about 6 feet in front of me. Terry is behind me a few feet. He says, "If you hear him coming, draw your bow."
Well, it isn't long and I hear him coming! I draw and hold and hold...and hold. Finally I have to let down.
I can hear one of 'em drinking out of the ditch. They were within 12 feet, but we couldn't see them. Terry said he could hear them breathe. About all I could hear was my heart thumping out of my chest. All got quiet and then they crossed the road about 40 yards ahead, and crossed it fast. I think there were 3 black ones, including another good boar. No shot, but again it was AWESOME!
Just hearing their vocalizations was really cool.
We laughed and shook our heads the whole way to the truck.
We got into hogs everytime we went out, most weren't in bow range, but we always saw or heard them.
Once again, thanks to everyone for everything. Southern hospitality is all it's cracked up to be and then some!
If there is a St. Jude's hog hunt this year I feel like someone else needs to experience what we experienced, BUT I'd also really like to go back, so I may have to bid again!
By the way, I put the ribs from my little hog in the crock pot this morning after I rubbed them down with fresh garlic, red pepper,salt and black pepper. I poured some barbeque sauce on after they'd cooked awhile and let them slow cook for a few more hours. DADGUM! That's some good eatin'!