Ben and I went out again. Winds were up and we got busted by the only sounder. The Sahara sand storm made thermal look like crap. I fell in a 2 ft deep ravine on our stalk going after the first hog. That produced a limp. Then I fell in an 18" deep hole when we went to collect the second hog. Ben pulled me out. The limp got worse. Both falls were in a hay field where the traps were hidden by a tall growth of hay.
Twice we spotted hogs while we were doing photographs on hogs just killed. The last hog we went after was a loner, but by the time we got to him, he had a buddy. It was a great pattern of 1 leads to 2. Sort of hated to call it quits. Once the action starts on this property, it just doesn't seem to stop...
Twice we spotted hogs while we were doing photographs on hogs just killed. The last hog we went after was a loner, but by the time we got to him, he had a buddy. It was a great pattern of 1 leads to 2. Sort of hated to call it quits. Once the action starts on this property, it just doesn't seem to stop...
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