After getting winded by the pigs, theyd finally had enough of this old Puerto Rican fella invading their Texas home. This time when they ran they kept on going into some darn near impenetrable thorn brush.
I got up from my crouched position, brushed myself off, plucked a cactus spine or 2 or 3 or whatever, I lost count real quick. I turned around and ther 3 feet behind me and 2 feet off the trail lay my 1st boar hidden under a cedar overhang.
I forgot about the bloodtrail when I got into the other pigs and walked right past him only feet away. Whew, good thing he wasnt a sick cape buff! He was a whole lot bigger than what I initially thought.
My boy Robert and I taking a minute to celebrate. Thank you Robert.