Great story Chris! Glad I was there to hear it firsthand. After waking up at 2:30 on Friday morning to head to SC and a 6 hour drive, we arrived at our meeting spot. After meeting everyone and getting hunting licenses, we headed to the hunting camp. We got settled in and shot for a while. Everyone went on a stump shooting trip, and we were all having a great time until Dad stepped in a nest of fireants,........over 100 bites. It wasn't pretty. That evening, Dad and I were going to be hunting in two lock on stands over a feeder on the creek. After sitting for a while, we saw a deer looking around through the woods. She seemed pretty skittish of the feeder. About 25 or 30 minutes before dark, I sttod up and Dad says "Don't move. There are three hogs behind you". When they started feeding, I slowly turned and got ready for a shot. After what seemed like forever, one finally turned broadside for a shot. I pulled back and released. The arrow is going...going...and just barely cuts the skin on the hogs back. So close. It got dark and we climbed down and headed back to see if anyone else had any luck. After hearing a few sad storys, we ate supper. The next morning, Dad and I were stalking down a road. We never saw any hogs but did see a lot of sign and some HUGE cypress trees. That evening, i would be sitting in a stand on the first feeder on the same road as the morning before. Dad would be going to the next feeder, hunting in a pop up blind. It was still pretty early, and I was taking a picture with my cell phone camera, when i see movement out of the corner of my eye. I look towards the road and see a hundred pound or so hog walking towards the feeder. I slipped my camera in my bag and slowly stood up for a shot. I picked a spot, drew, and released and.....the arrow hits it about halfway up from the leg. Blood shoots out the hole, and the hog hits the ground and flops around for a second then hops up and runs off, my arrow still sticking out of it. I called Dad on the radio and told him what had happened. After a few minutes, he arrived and I pointed to where the hog was standing. There was not a lot of blood, but there was some. We trailed it for about 100 yards, then marked it and went to Dad's blind before dark. On the way there, an armadillo was unlucky enough to be standing on the side of the road. HE got skewered by a Wensel Woodsman. We went to the blind and sat until dark. No hogs. Back at the camp, we ate supper and listened to everyone elses' story's. After eating, we went back to see if we could find he hog that I shot. After seeing that there wasn"t a great lot of blood, Ray said it would be best if we waited until morning. We got up the next morning and stalked down a different road. After no hogs but still loads of sign, we headed for the truck. On the way back, we decided to stop by another feeder. Dad set it off and we waited a few minutes. No hogs. Dad was taking some pics when I turn around and see Rob walking toward us. He hadn't had any better luck. We went back to the truck to meet Larry. He hadn't seen anything either. When we arrived back at camp, no one was there so we just waited for Ray. He came back and said that he had looked for my hog, but couldn't find it. I KNOW that I made a good shot on the Hog and couldn't understand why we couldn't find him. Maybe made it to the River? I hate that it turned out the way that it did. We asked about Chris and Jed and it turned out that they were a the skinning shed with Cutter and Chris's hog. Great job Chris! After lunch and some photos, we said our goodbyes and started the long trip home. I had a great time and can't wait to go back! Thanks guys,
Skyler
Topic: somebody got lucky this weekend, I'm just sayin' (Read 1303 times)
