It's suppose to turn really warm and start raining in the next day or two, so I decided it would be a good time to hit the bottom again, looking for pigs. Since I was by myself, I took a pirogue and floated down the creek. Just easing along, keeping an eye out for them. When I got to the area that my son killed the pig last week, I heard one squeal. Eased the pirogue to the bank and slowly stood up. I didnt see them right away, so I eased up on the bank about 30 yds and there they were, about another 50 yds further up. I picked out this one and the old 30-30 did its job again. Loaded it in the pirogue, called my son to come get me, and floated on down stream to where we could get a truck to the creek and load everything.

Not the biggest, bout 80 lbs.

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