Well it gets dark about 6:30 and Marty showed up in the big marsh buggy about 6:15, I had called him and said I shot one .... He had his trusty hog dog Peanut along to pick up the trail.
With little day light left we, Peanut, started out in hot pursuit. Have I mentioned yet this swamp wilderness is brushy, really brushy in some places. Well this hog knew how to take you straight to the thickest of it ...
I had my first experience with the dreaded "wait a minute vine" ... a vine or vines that look like bushes but end up tying you up when you try and pass through them.
The blood trail wasn't too bad but took some looking and night had fallen on us. Peanut and Marty got into the really thick stuff and Marty had to unhook Peanut to get into some clearer going ... well Peanut took the initiative and off she went to find the hog, leaving us as they say " in the dark " ...
Marty had one of those flash lights that the Wensel boys sell and I'm here to tell you they are the real deal. I had a mini mag with new batteries and there was absolutely no comparison in brightness. Later that night big hearted Biggie promptly gave me one on hearing I was light challenged ... Thanks Biggie
We got Peanut back and got on the blood trail but she seemed less interested and after about 200 yards into the woods Marty and I decided to come back in the morning. Marty felt I might have gotten one lung and this could go on for a long time.