Ouch....so there really were trolls living under that bridge!!!
Anyhow, Todd had found an area with a lot of sign, and he wanted me to go help him 'figure it out'...
Upon arrival the more we walked the more sign we saw, sign on top of sign on top of sign on both sides of a field leading to the back corner were there was a feeder....once at the feeder, I saw 4 different routes leading into the woods only a few yards and then down they would go into the cypress bottom....do down into the bottom we went as well....
we walked across the bottom to the water's edge where the little stream had risen out of its banks and ran out of the flats. This 'bottom' had a berm running for I don't know how long just along this cypress bottom....the berm is what we climbed down to get in.
Once we got to the water's edge, there it was as suspected....sign...mud n bubbles along the edge. We followed the water's edge by turning left and bobbing and weaving in the yet flooded edge just beyond the water.....this kept our footsteps quiet, and any sticks we likely were to bread would do so under the mud making for a pretty quiet stalk downstream....
Now, I'd heard talk of Todd and armadillos since I'd been there...and that morning I was told, by an un named attendee, that Todd was OBSESSED with killing one. That was the reason for all the dilla jabbering I'd been hearing about. Now that I was on a hunt with Todd, he had already mentioned dillas a couple of times earlier but now we were serious about hogs....or so I thought...