Here's a pic of the sow I shot at the feeder that Jim helped me find. He had compimented me earlier about tracking it through a field, across a cannal, up a bank, and across a road. However, I lost the trail across the road and Jim was able to find its last bed. And the story goes as he told it earlier. I was standing within about 10 feet of Jim as he relayed our position on the phone to his friend. I saw the sow bedded down within about 10 yards and I put a final shot into her. Thanks to Jim's perserverence we found her. I was having my doubts when he found the cave-bed.
Here's Jim flinging an arrow on the last morning of the hunt.
Oh, I forgot to include on the first evening, when we were at dinner, I asked Bubba what he did when he wasn't hunting hogs. He looked over at me, squeezed his chin between his thumb and finger, and in a slow southern drawl responded, "Not much besides drink beer and chase women." Classic...