Not really. Obviously. But as I was leaned back in my cedar tree at 8 in the morning a couple of pigs decided to make their way to my feeder. They spotted me I guess and turned the other way, but not quick enough to escape my 12 guage. I ran out of the cedar tree and smoked two 40 pound pigs that piled over and went to squealing until my .40 could finish them off. Now I'm not bragging on size, but any dead pig is a prize for me.
I've got a project going for my creative non-fiction class in which I am writing about hunting, and I need ideas for hunting stories I don't know about: like yall's stories. If anyone has any interesting stories pertaining to hunting in general in any way, please share them. My grade could depend on it.
I've got a project going for my creative non-fiction class in which I am writing about hunting, and I need ideas for hunting stories I don't know about: like yall's stories. If anyone has any interesting stories pertaining to hunting in general in any way, please share them. My grade could depend on it.
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