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You all gotta have a few beers!!!

Skunked again this am. On to some photos:





We start on the left, then switch to the right when our taste buds get numb:






Naturally, Cincinnatians travel with goetta...





... cont. ...

See if you can tell why I was so excited to see this:





Once lunch is cooked, we’ll have pics of that, too.

FC

We are back.

We are hogless. I'll leave it to FC to give his side of things. For me, it was 2.5 days of idyllic splendor completely devoid of anything remotely porcine-- except the sausage and goetta we consumed.

Yellow Bluff's guides did a great job of putting us in good spots, but. . .

a) It was drier than FC had ever seen it. That meant the hogs were having trouble rooting in the food plots.
b) It was colder than FC had ever seen it. That meant the hogs were laying about in large pork piles trying to keep warm.

FC, because he was more mobile, had more indirect encounters. He walked much more than I could. I'm nursing a wonky foot, and had to stay in a blind. However, his encounters were more on the order of a squealing or grunting way back in the weeds.

I'm in the process of getting up pics, etc. They will be posted shortly.

I love pig pictures!!!

The Shamanic Dream Team must be hanging it's head in sorrow, embarrassed beyond comprehension. Not that you didn't get any piggies, but that after your epic adventure, there's still scotch left over that didn't get schlepped!

No piggies?

Hey Joe!

I found us some pigs:

More Pics and stuff from the hunt here:

Hog Hunt

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What is this, a stutter?

I think y'all mean this: off one of the playlists I played on the trip down.

'Tweren't for lack o' tryin', I'll say that. We covered just about the whole hunting area, and didn't sleep through any stand time. Come to think of it, I don't think the Shaman slept much at all...

There was copious rooting in areas within 100 yards of the property line, but none of it was fresh. Any hogs in the huntable areas appeared to be transient. It's as if dem porkers were in an ice cream parlor, while we lurked across the road offering them stuff like this:





It's telling of men our age, when such vittles are presented at hunting camp. Shaman exhibited admirable willpower in eschewing this fare, but my inexorable need for fiber found me pounding the veggies to balance the meat products. Flank steak, chuck roast, Who Hash, and several kinds of cheese can really put the brakes on one's alimentary motions. I took note that the group arriving after us was stirring Metamucil into their coffee.

Even without shots fired, or much game seen, 'twas still an adventure. There were truck repairs made on-the-fly, some even employing duct tape. Ibuprofen was needed before we even hit the field. Grub was excellent & plentiful. Toasts were made. Tall tales were told. Shaman was exposed to many new subtleties of the "Anglish" language, courtesy of our hosts.

Shaman also had to deal with my own comedic peculiarities. I arrived back at the truck after one of 3 dozen bathroom stops, laughing maniacally. Too amused to explain, I had to show him this picture of what some dumbass apparently thought was the world's greatest door handle:





I've never had a bathroom so excited to see me!


FC

Yes, I will admit, a colorful plate of vegetables is not my idea of an appetizer. I'm much more of a Braunschweiger pate kind of guy.

As to the bathroom handle, all I can say is I'll never be able to look at Ronald McDonald in the same way again.

Perhaps this thread is winding down. Perhaps it should. Let me just say in closing that I found my companion most congenial as both a traveling and hunting partner. FC ranks right up there with my Savage 99 as favorite things I've found on the fire.

Ya done good.