continued The Wrong One - Part 2 The shot rang out loud and it was like a pig grenade went off. Hogs broke to the right of me and to the left as they hurled past us through the wall of lead I was pouring out of that AR 15. I don’t know exactly how many hogs were there, but I know how many rounds I fired…22 total. Eight of ‘em connected with a 150 pound sow that was coming straight at us through that reed bed. Every time the rounds hit her, she would throw her head like she was trying to bite some imaginary foe attacking her thinker. She dropped right at our feet with her last breath blowing vapor into the cold night as she gave up the fight. Adrenaline was pumping through me as I checked my right and left for more hogs hoping we were safe from being bitten by one of these angry bastards. That’s when I turned and looked at Jonathan. He was standing there with his hands still in his pockets like he was waiting in line at the store! “Holy Shit!” I said, “Can you believe what just happened?” His response was, “It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to realize we were in trouble!” The whole time I was firing, I was backing up and bumping Jonathan backwards with every step I made. He was in my rear pocket the whole time and witnessed the wrath that I was putting down on them pigs. As the shock wore off and I was surveying the scene, Jonathan was looking at this sow I had just shot to pieces with a puzzled look on his face. “What is it?” I asked. To my surprise, he said, “This ain’t my pig. My pig was red, this one is black…this ain’t my pig!” We had stalked up and shot the wrong sow! “Well damn, one in the hand is worth five in the reeds Jon!” So, we got the ATV and headed out with our kill…with the promise that I would come back and look in the morning for his pig he had stuck with the bow. We finished up and headed out for the night. Morning came early as I headed back out at first light. By the time I got back to the scene of the crime it was already sleeting and spitting snow so I set out on foot making circles around the last place we found blood. I was hoping to see the blood or at least find blood to resume the tracking. I searched for about an hour before it was snowing enough for me to mount the ATV and head back out the the hill and home. Now instead of going back the way I came I decided to cut through the way the hog last went and rode a straight line towards the hill and path home. I reached the hill, the transition between the low grounds and the high ground…pretty much the bottom land and the pines on the hill…and from a pine thicket less than 50 yards from the Tram Road, up jumped a red hog with an orange fletched arrow sticking out of its back! I never hit the brakes as I jumped off the Honda and bolted rifle in hand after what I knew was Jonathan’s pig. A short footrace later and an ear shot on the pig, the deal was done. I had found Jonathan’s pig…the right one.
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