Way to go Rob.  

He's probably landing about now....

Guys......we didn't get to bed till 2:30 the 1st night...and I road him hard and put him up wet every night...and we BOTH are WHOOPED.

I'm sure he'll chime in tomorrow....  

Now, I know why he has not answered any PMs about trad bows.

Hope you guys had a blast.  

Get some rest, we'll be here in the morning.  

   

Rob, Congrats!

Tell us the story.

Darren

Good, good.

Folks it was a heckuva hunt!  :D

I got a whole buncha Trad Gang chores to attend to first, be back as soon as I can ....

"X" marks the spot!

Can't wait to hear about this one.........  

Welcome back guys. Looking forward to the tales n pics.
Magnus

Most of ya'll didn't know I was secretly studying to be an engineer.....

 

Not sure if we would have made if not for the AC .....I had no idea that Rob and I would be hunting in 96 degree heat with 98% humidity, with a heat index of 118 degrees!!!    :D  

That little unit I rigged up made the little camper of Michaels feel like an oasis in the desert!!! And we were in serious need of a break from the morning hunts heat.....and it gave us cool rest in the evening.

I'm still catching up to....and got auction stuff to tend to....I'll post a bone or two along the way....and let Rob do most of the Story Telling.....Yes, he was trying to corner the market on SC pork bellys soon as we got there.  

Don't look like you are still studying, for it looks like ya got your degree --good job....  

Like the new avatar, Rob.  Looking forard to some more pics and stories  

Step away from the server and start typing that tall tale. Nice looking hog in your new avatar.

You didn't use any bailing wire nice job!!

That's great pigs and A/C!  

Very conservative application of duct tape if you ask me.      

Now get on with the story telling!  

make that 1,000 & 1 uses for duct tape.....  

Mohawk "Magua" makes meat ...



If I thought it was hot while on stand Thursday evening, I had no clue what Terry and I were in store for in the coming dayze (and nights!).  I'll tell ya, I'm still recovering from that hunt ordeal - it sure gets harder to cope as the years drag on and the stamina wans.  I'll tell the tale as best I can muster up the memory, and ask Terry to please fill in whatever I'm gonna forget and leave out.  Anyhoo ....

I'm back at my ol' nemesis site #4, sitting up in a "Terry Green modified" tree stand, sun going down slowly as I overlook the weedy, muddy, rutted road, and the open tore up ground areas to my front and right side.  Oh yeah, the hogs are here.  Last year I'd been winded and made too many times at this spot, and I was hoping things would change this year.  They did, and more so than I'd hoped for, too.

It's now 7pm and I spot a lone black hog, 'bout 40-50#, rooting in the front "field", near 40 yards away.  So I just sit back, watching, on the ready if piggy grazes closer.  Never did - it was a very still and quiet evening, save for peals of far off thunder, but a micro zephyr of air must have alerted the hog and without even looking in my direction it just plain bolted outta town.

It started to drizzle.  Cannons of thunder pealing across the land, with shards of lightning bolts once in awhile.  The drizzle turned to serious rain but Momma Tree's leaves kept me quite dry.  Didn't last more than 10 minutes and gave some relief to the heat and humidity.

About 7:30pm I hear a snort a ways off to my right, just over the road.  Then more snorts and lots of added grunts as a group of hogs rooted their way from a close by bog, over the cypress filled muddy creek water, crossed the road and were headed to their "root cellar" on my right.  

There was a goodly number of hogs and I lost count at ten as they were milling all around, rootin' and tusslin' and rollin' and rubbin' and doing all the fun things hogs like to do.  At least half were young'uns in the 20-30# range, the others much larger, and one that I thought was about 75# or so.