Well, I guess it is my turn to tell all. As Pat said the conditions were pretty good for stalking. I was hunting an area just east of Tim and Pat that had thick palmettos and standing water in some areas. The pig sign was abundant in that area. With trails and wallows everywhere I was one happy camper to say the least.
There was a road that split the area I was hunting and depending on the wind is which way I stalked. After while of slow stalking, I heard a grunt. I then preceded in that direction but had the fickle wind betray me to the sounds of hogs taking off. I then saw Pat and he was on his way back to the truck to get his hog. After a congradulations I was back down the road which dead ends into a lower swamp of some big cypress trees. I could see pigs a hundred yards ahead and the wind was good. I slowly made my way towards the group of seven hogs. It was muddy and has I closed the distance of about twenty-five yards I went to pull my foot out of the mud and it made that suction sound and the gig was up.
I then sat for about ten minutes just to take in all the sights when I thought I would look behind me to see a snake. I was told that it was a black racer and was harmless, but I didn't stick around to find out either.
I then preceded to work my way out of the swamp and back towards the palmettos. Just before reaching the palmettos there is a slight rise from leaving the lower swamp grounds. As I reach the top slowly I can see and hear hogs coming my direction. I get next to a big cypress tree and here comes a good sized sow. She was moving left to right and when she cleared a spot in the palmettos at about twenty-two paces I released. The shot was true and she only went about ten or so yards and fell over. She let out a death moan and moments later a hugh boar appeared looking straight at me and not happy. He looking right at me and made some primal grunts it what seemed like minutes, but was in reality only about fifteen seconds. He then charged straight at me! I had tensed the string of my bow but knew that would do no good, so I was getting ready to duck behind the big tree I was next to and the boar veered off to my left and out of sight through the swamp. Man was he big. I then drug my hog a mere four hundred yards to the nearest road where I later met Mike and Tim who graciously helped me get my hog.
Sorry for the long story guys.
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