It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been hog hunting. In fact, I’d say this is the longest I’ve gone between hunts in the last ten years! I haven’t even guided a hog hunt since early December. That’s just too long to be away from the woods. Fortunately, that’s all subject to change next weekend if the weather holds. I’m finally getting back out to Tejon Ranch!
In the meantime, I’ve had to settle myself with tales from my friends in the blogosphere. At least someone is hunting swine out there!
First up, I popped over to check in with Jeff and the good people at Cypress Creek Hunting Club. It looks like the South Carolina hunters had a pretty good deer season, but with that behind them and turkeys still over the horizon, it’s time for hogs. And boy, oh boy, it looks like they’ve got them!
Even with the wacky, foul weather (snow, freezing temps, rain, more cold, etc.), they still managed to keep the meat pole sagging with fresh pork. Check out the action at Jeff’s Skinning Shed blog!
Back at the end of January (seems like so long ago), my new online friend and blogroll member, The Bumbling Bushman headed down to Florida to see if he could do his part to defend Mickey Mouse and the orange groves from rampaging hogs. From the sounds of things, Jamie and crew had a great time down there and even managed to knock over a couple of orange-thieves!
My jaw drops as I look out into the field – a herd, a sounder of hogs, maybe 25 strong, is rooting contentedly in the rain-soaked soil. There are three or four black ones that look enormous compared to the kaleidoscope of shoats swirling around their feet. One of them is a boar and he is sniffing the sows to see if any of them are in season for breeding. In addition to the tankers, another five or six sturdy looking pigs of varying colors and patterns complete the group. They are 200 yards away and the sun is setting rapidly.
Exciting stuff, Jamie! The adventures that followed were equally exciting. Florida is high on my “One Day” list for hog hunting destinations.
Scooting back across the continent, I slid by Al’s SoCal Bowhunter blog to see that he’s been out chasing hogs a little bit. Unfortunately, as you can read on this post, the sign he encountered was primarily from pigs of the two-legged variety. This is a damned shame, and one of the very few things that really gets me pissed off. I don’t often see it on the scale that Al and his buddies encountered, but folks, please!
Of course, my daily blog visits are never complete without a stop at Rex’s Deer Camp blog.
Rex and the boys have been having a good bit of success with the hogs down there too. Even better is that they have a hog hunt scheduled next month that promises to be epic… if not in the harvest, then at least in the story-telling that I’m sure will ensue. Despite my constant threats to do so, I have yet to be able to coordinate a trip to Mississippi to visit Rex, and to help rid the swamps of those horrid beasties.
If California ever gets that damned lottery machine fixed, I’ll use some of my newfound fortune to pack my guns in the tactical vehicle and road trip to some of these folks, starting with Rex and his crew.
As sort of an aside, but actually quite relevant, in my adventures around the blogosphere, I spotted a most unlikely magazine blogger out in pursuit of sus scrofa. Kiera Butler, Articles Editor from Mother Jones magazine was down in Georgia hunting feral pigs with Locavore Hunter, Jackson Landers. Kiera did an excellent and entertaining three-part blog series about the hunt. It’s not your everyday hunting story, but it’s definitely worth a read if you have half a chance. Here’s the first part, and in it you’ll find links to parts two and three.
One of the coolest things about seeing this story in a magazine like Mother Jones was that it reinforces my feeling that hunting is entering something of a new age. There’s a combination of factors here, including the number of people coming to the sport late in life, the accessibility of hunting via television, and the locavore and slow food movements that is really changing the way a lot of Americans see the sport of hunting. And in a lot of ways, wild hogs are sort of intermingled in the whole picture.