What is it that gets us out of bed when everyone else rests? After spending the day Saturday moving feeders and building feeder pins, I pondered how old I would be when I lost the blood lust that drives a person to spend the weekend working to get everything just right for the up coming season. When my alarm clock went off at 3:30 am this morning, I really didn't want to get up. Its hot, humid and the bugs are going to be thick after all the rain. Wondering about my sanity I rolled out an by 5:00 am I was in my stand enjoying the dark swamp sounds. It was still an hour before day light when I heard the hogs coming. With no light to use the video camera it seemed almost too easy just to stand and pick up my bow. When the largest of the dozen or so hogs silhouetted himself I noticed a perfect aiming spot, a V formed by his black front legs against the white dirt. Concentrating on the V, the bow came up and I was rewarded with a solid thump as the arrow slammed into the hog. He made it about 50 yards leaving a trail even my color blind eyes could follow. I read all the time how folks hate hogs, myself I'm as hooked on them as a crack head.
Still eat up with it.
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