Catching up with Bubba was classic. Napping in the shade on the tailgate of his pickup, hat over his eyes and a pinch of snuff between his lip and gum. He had been working hard at the ranch but was ready to hunt.
We all loaded up and took a long ride through the ranch. It has a lot of different terrain from open pasture, cypris(sp?)swamps, oak groves and palm thickets.
We parked and poked along for about 20 minutes until we came to the edge of a large field. There was a small pond surrounded by tall grass out in the middle. The field was just destroyed by hog rooting in all directions.
We all stood and glassed for a while and I for one really enjoyed the warm air, bird sounds and that familiar Florida aroma.
As I stood there relaxing, Bubba piped up "the grass is moving out on the edge of the pond"
Sure enough we all picked it up and soon could hear grunting and water splashing. Jim spoke up and said "this one is yours Bill", so with Chris running the camera off we went...