Finally had a few decent days so I made the 1 1/2 hour trip. Hunted on a powerline above a feeder from about two hours before daylight till about 11:30 and saw only turkeys even though the feeder had a lot of tracks.
Took a nap, ate some lunch and went to a small tripod stand on the edge of a big creek. As I was climbing up a pig started doing some really mean sounding snorts and growls but I never could see him.
About an hour before dark I saw a black pig easing in from the direction of the creek. He was upwind of me but he got nervous and ran off. I was just getting ready to start cussing when I saw this colored pig coming in from the same area.
Head shot from a handloaded Hornady 125 SST and it fell in his tracks, twirled around a little and was done.
No hero pictures as I was all alone. Could not lift the pig so I did the gutless skin and quarter and hauled him out in a garbage bag on the ATV to a waiting chest with ice.
