I got a call today from Terry Green today, giving me the low down on a purty big "rhino skinned" black hog he arrowed over the weekend over at the Bacon Strip in South Carolina, but he's best to to tell that tale, with its ups 'n' downs.
After getting the scoop about the big hog, he told me to look out for a package due to arrive today. Huh? He said it was the needle in the haystack we'd been looking for, 2 years ago. What?
The box arrived late this afternoon, and, well I'll be darned! It was the arrow that killed my first hog back in 2009! The Woodsman head was mighty rusted, and the 100gr brass insert was cruddy and tarnished. While the feathers were long gone, the four fletch taped quills were still stuck to the shaft after over 2 years of laying out in all the elements!
I was just tickled to hear that Terry found the arrow! We'd searched and crawled around that briar berry patch for quite some time and never found found nary a trace of it. And now here it is. Way cool! Thank you Terry! Great memories of that "last day, 11th hour" hunt!