Got back late last night from hog hunting with Ray Hammond and some friends in South Carolina. Unfortunately, nobody is bringing any pork home this year. That is because I suck. I missed a 17 yard shot on a bruiser that probably weighed between 250 and 300 pounds. I rushed the shot as he was quartering away and shot in front of his chest. It was a full moon this weekend and in the mid 90's as hi temp on saturday, but we all saw hogs. I saw hogs every time I left the camp, except the saturday morning hunt. I was within 15 yards of big hogs several times and was busted by swirling winds. A couple of times I probably could have shot before I was busted, but I didn't feel comfortable shooting through the grass.
On sunday morning, it didn't look like I was going to see anything, but I noticed a small branch moving and found a decent sized sow and some smaller pigs. Once again, I got busted by the wind. The pigs just single filed it out of there. There was some pretty swampy stuff between myself and the pigs, so Mike Gerardi suggested that we take a big circle and get in front of them. We got in front of them and slowly worked our way back to them. We spotted them and were closing in from 2 sides, both of us around 30 yards away, when I felt the wind at my back. Busted again. All in all another fun hunt.
Here are some pics I took.
The gang getting ready to go out on saturday morning. From left to right; Mike Gerardi, Ray Hammond, Tim Mullen, and Barry Clodfelter.
Tim trying to sneak up on a hog crossing the road.
A pic from the swamp.
Water level marks on some cypress trees.
A cool looking mushroom
A couple of squirrels that were keeping me company.
A couple of turkeys. Unbelievable number of turkey on the property.
The proud Papa