Buddy from down south sent me a trail camera to get fixed for him. In the package, he had stuck some pictures from a hog hunt in 2010. I did my best to scan the photos and here’s the story as recorded in my hunting journals.
For a late December deer/hog hunt in Alabama, I had a doe and 2 fawns come by my ladder stand at daylight but I let them pass in hopes of spotting a buck following them. Nada. That was the only deer I saw all day, but not the only critters.
At 8:00 a.m., I could hear a group of pigs squealing deep in the swamp. I was actually prepared for this style of hunting, so I climbed down and started trudging through the palmetto fronds, canebrakes, and standing water. I was within 100 yards of the pigs when I ran into my first problem. My hip waders only kept me dry about 34 inches up my body and the creek was 36″ deep at its shallowest point. Somehow, the pigs wandered around in circles long enough for me to find a cross-able sandbar.
My second problem was wind direction. As soon as I crept up the opposite bank, I could see bits and pieces of a black hog moving through the dense undergrowth but it smelled me. It whoofed a couple times and trotted off. Quickly, I moved up 50 yards to find tons of hog sign, so I sat down and didn’t have to wait long. The black pig was back with a couple of buddies.
Even though the leader crossed my shooting lane too fast for me to even get my gun up, the second pig wasn’t so lucky. My crosshairs were steady and the hog dropped in its tracks. Now, my third problem was getting my prize out of the swamp. The sow ended up weighing 200 pounds live weight and it took quite the effort – a combination of manpower, 4-wheeler, and floating her down the creek – to complete the extraction.