Well it was time to go and put out some corn in my local hunting spot. A neighbor related that he had seen 12 or so small hogs behind his house. Because it was only 2min. down the road, I asked if he would mind if I tried to shoot one. After getting the state nuisance paperwork for night hunting and a written permission slip, I went exploring in the bottom.
There is a year round branch, a pond, and open woods there. On my initial trip in I found that the trail was down a steep hill to a questionable(as in decayed to the point of foot traffic only) bridge across the branch. I would have to backpack the corn in. I found a run down wooden blind to use and proceeded to dig some holes for the bait. After a week my camera showed only a raccoon and a fox at the corn.
The woods were well rooted by the hogs , but they never seemed to go to the bait holes. On another trip I had to brace up the roof of the blind and clear out the bugs to make it usable.
So, on this particular day I decided to go add some more corn. Not being too concerned about seeing these ghost hogs and to free my hands for carrying stuff, I only took my .38 Special pistol.
So, picture this. Here's yours truly daintily crossing the rickety bridge and trying to only step on the solid boards. It's probably a 6ft. drop to the water, but one I don't want to experience.
After crossing the creek I usually slip quietly along the trail in just in case there are actually some hogs in the woods. Even though it is 9:30 in the morning, I'm easing along the shaded bottom, and I see movement. There are 13 or so hogs feeding in the woods in front of me. What to do. I have a bucket of corn in one hand and a machete in the other. The snubnose is safely in its holster. I now have two options. I could drop the corn and charge in wildly swinging the machete or I could tree up and try to get a shot with the pistol. Discretion being the better part of valor. I decided to try to reach a tree for cover and a pistol shot.
Well, I took a half a step and hogs ran everywhere including the unseen three on the other side of the trail.
All I could do was stand there with my knickers around my ankles and watch the show.
As Rosanne Rosannadana used to say on Saturday Night Live: "It just goes to show you. It's always somethin'."
From now on I will have my long shooter with me even if I have to make two trips up and down the hill.
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