So, because Daniel left a couple things out, likely due to his humility, I'll fill some them in. We get done hunting Sunday and then as we are heading back to camp, we get on the phone with Daniel who says he'll meet us at the parking area. We get there to find a canoe on top of his jeep. Based on that alone, we figured dinner would be late. Turns out he shot the big hog and it swam the canal. He was coy about the trail but was pretty sure we could follow it on the other side after canoeing across. What he didn't tell us was that there was a long hike carrying the canoe just to get to the water
So we drive to the trail head and start carrying. Somewhere into this, Daniel decides it'll be easier for him to just drag the canoe the rest of the way. Since he's roughly 23 years younger than me and I was dog-tired, I didn't argue. So he drags this thing for a long ways. I don't know how far, but a lot farther than I could have helped carry it.
We find a way to ferry all the trackers across the canal and walk another decent ways to the bloodtrail. I am not making this up when I say we trailed that hog for longer (definitely in time and maybe in distance) than any track I have been on in 30+ years of bowhunting and that pig never waivered, never bedded, and never slowed down even, based on his tracks. When all hope was lost, our bloodhound Randy would somehow find another pindrop. Darren stayed 2 drops back and I stayed on last blood while Daniel and Randy searched ahead. It was tedious as hell in the dark, in the swamps, through a recent cutover. We did that for 3+ hours before no more sign could be found. A grid search with powerful lights under every blowdown or treetop turned up nothing. Daniel, despite his reluctance, called it when nothing more could be found. He was not happy and spent the night saying things like "I don't know how that happened" or "How is that hog not laying here?".
At this point we are all dragging so bad and the chill is setting in. We get back to the canoe and Daniel's coat is soaked in the bottom of it so he basically says he will drag the canoe back, uphill, to keep warm. I couldn't keep up with him just walking! He might have been a bit upset.
Thank the Lord that Rick had tended camp with some of Daniel's young cousins. The fire was stoked...the soup was warm. We choked down dinner and commiserated by the fire just long enough to let our stomachs settle and then hit the beds. It was a big adventure. We all just wished it ended better.
Overall this was a great experience in a game rich environment. The company was outstanding and the hunt was beyond challenging.
Thanks to Daniel for starting this thing and to Darren for getting me there. And to all the other hunters there for being funny, humble, and gracious in everything you did. You are all welcome to join us for the Southern Indiana Bowhunt held in October every year. I can't promise as many shots but I can promise a great camp in some beautiful terrain. Take care.