I dropped a big ass hog this past weekend. There wasn't a scale at the camp, but minimum guess is over 300 lbs. One of the guys thought it could be 400 lbs. Check him out. Old dude had tusks and everything.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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nice. I'll be honest with you, I like the guns but I don't have the patients to hunt. Especially when it is freezing cold out. My dad and uncle hunt, one of these years I'll get out with them.
Yeah, it's something you have to be committed too. My work has some property up in South Carolina and we go quite a bit. It's a nice joint and we put a lot of work into it so you pretty much feel like you have to go. The other plus is that it doesn't get too cold. Worst I've hunted in would be like upper teens to low 20s in the AM. If you get in a good location where there is always action at your stand the patience won't be too necessary, but I have been sitting for what seems like forever before too. I guess that's why they call it hunting not killing. Later.
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