Friday continued:
The very first entrance point to get back into the spot I had in mind was completely underwater. I grabbed Rick and I showed him an alternate route through some rooting areas and funnels. It was really tore up, first really promising fresh sign we'd seen as of yet. We worked up what was always a dry creek in the past but now it was a sloppy muddy run about 80 yards long. Every square foot of it was torn up all the way to an old feeder field.
Coming up to the top of the run I caught a whiff of something and turned to Rick and pointed at my nose. He sniffed the wind and nodded in agreement, we were in pig country! We compared notes and agreed to try to sneak back out of there without disturbing any that might be very close by. I'd say it was about 3 steps later I crunched a branch under my foot and two shot out from under a bush about 10 yards from us
We moved back down to the logging road and took a few mental notes along the way of different rooting sites and active trails.
Rick had picked this as his first spot to start hunting, I planned to go all the way to the far end of the section, and Doug planned to hunt the section in between us as he'd covered the territory a few times in years past and was comfortable with the lay of the land. This might sound like we were kind of tight to each other, but the hogs seemed thick so the idea of hunting slowly and purposefully in a small area seemed to make sense to us.
With a new plan in hand and pigs sighted we headed back to camp to make preparations and let the place settle back down.
I hate to say this, I'll need to get some pictures together before I continue any further.
Thom