The next morning will and I woke early. For the morning hunt it was me going solo while will went into town to get rubber boots from a local sporting goods store. The guys dropped me off on Wallace Rd and I huffed it down to the flooded portion and headed south.
I have never seen so many signs of hogs in the area. Wallows, beds, and more acorns than I've ever seen. Following the advice from the previous nights camp fire discussion. I followed the sign and the water. After about 1/2 mile of slow slow walking a whole sounder of 1 boar, 3 sows, and a mess of soundings came booking it north bound. They were 60 yards to the west and moving with a purpose. I was only able to close the distance to 50 yards before the entire sounder passed me. I mean they were booking it. I waited till they passed me out of sight not revealing my position and tracked the fresh tracks all the way back to wallace road. Seeing they had crossed I turned back south knowing Darren and John were hunting north of Wallace. I walked about 1 mile south before exiting the woods and making my way back to camp, where will was waiting for me. He had helped himself to the camp whiskey and i practiced a bit. We prepared for the afternoon hunt excited because we were in the pigs and I knew just where to go.. Little did I know that a debacle was about to occur and that wallace road would be renamed Detective Alley at that nights campfire...... more to come.
I'd seen more animals that morning than all of my other hunts combined.