Well I'll try and bring everyone up to speed on the way I saw it unfold. I know Mills is trying to rest up after killing all the hogs and on top of that, stopping off in Georgia on the way home and kicking some more butt at a gymnastics meet. Congrats sweetie.
As Marty already said, He put us out in the rain the first day. I had two nice does come in right at dark. I was glad He drove the truck to pick us up as I was getting a little chilly from being soaked.
Next morning we all had high hopes. We got everyone on stand and then on to my spot. all of a sudden Marty stops the buggy and throws a corn bag on the ground. It's pitch dark and he tell me that if I don't have any action after my feeder goes off, I should walk back to the bag and head east to another feeder. When we got to my tree he tells me that Gene Wensel shot 3 nice pigs out of this tree. I was full of anticipation. soon after it got light , 2 more does came in and started eating the corn Marty threw off the buggy. Chummin corn, he calls it. Good thing too cause the feeder never went off. Dead battery. I told him that I bet if Gene was sitting there he would have had a fresh battery. He text me back some nonsense and told me to go to the bag and head east. I found the bag but no trail. I asked where the trail was. There aint no trail you idiot, just head east about 450 yards and the feeder is right there by some live oaks and palmettos. Well if you been to Marty's you know that narrows it down to about 7000acres.
I whipped out my compass and started east. about 200 yards into my walk i felt the wind on my neck. My puffer bottle confirmed I was walking with the wind. I took about 10 more steps and man there was some piggy smelling mud. then two good size hogs busted out of a palmetto bush and headed straight away. I figured i'd just go back and find the corn bag and wait. More to come.