Deer season had just ended in 2014. It was on a Saturday, and there was no football on television, so I grabbed my Obsession Sniper bow and fanny pack, grabbed some camouflage and my rubber boots, and headed to the swamp to stalk a hog in the Oconee river basin.
I have been stalking hogs in the off-season for more than 30 years now.
After a 45-minute truck ride, a 15-minute 4-wheeler ride, and a 10-minute walk, I was slipping through some thick cane that had quite a few mast trees scattered about. I was hoping to catch up with some hogs turning leaves over looking for any acorns left over from the late fall.
They don’t just eat acorns. Worms, grubs, salamanders, snakes and pretty much anything they find under the leaf litter that is edible is fair game to a wild hog.
I had not gone far when I heard a hog squeal a couple hundred yards away. I quickened my pace to close the distance, stopping every so often to stop and...