Here's the "only be one" with my afternoon hunting partner,Mike762. I'm 6'1" and Mike has a few inches on me,I'm sure. This pic was taken moments before the rope snapped. If you look closely at the head of my pig,you can see where the rain has begun to wash away the blood that covered my pig after a classic double lung, heart shot,offhand,in the pouring rain,through brush,standing on the edge of a huge rock cliff, with one leg hanging over the edge.

And unless Mike pipes in,that's the story and I'm sticking to it.



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The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
William Arthur Ward