Our son’s dream Christmas gift from the grandparents was a fair chase hog hunt, we’re in FL. Turns out his dad or grandpa (sportsmen) couldn’t chaperone him on hunt day, so I was happy to go. (I have never been hunting.), and what an experience it was!
Thoughts from a non-hunting mom on a hog hunt:
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So Blessed to hold the Flashlight.”
“This is cool, get to wear my designer camo jeans and spend a beautiful January day with my baby boy. Wow, does this preserve check-in place smells bad! Alright now riding in junk yard, trash filled truck to our tree stand. Wait, I didn’t realize that we’d be sitting totally exposed in a tree on a metal bench that was less secure then a small town carnival ride. Happy to be sitting here with my dear taking in the scene of birds and squirrels. Can’t believe there’s no mosquitoes! Hmm, heard some hog squeals but seen nothing at hour 4.
Whoa, getting dark and bugs are swarming. Total darkness now, the moisquitos are so bad, with this ear protection on at least I can’t hear them.
Eyes closed, praying for guides to rescue me. Tap, tap on my knee...what??? No I don’t hear the hogs chewing corn. Ok, when I’m nudged I’ll click this little flashlight on point it to our lower left.
Silence.
Complete darkness.
Nudge from son.
Flash light click.
Extremely loud BLAM!!!
Animal running through brush sound.
Darn, this flashlight is so weak. Can’t see anything. Waiting for guides, seems like hours, relief to hear an engine in the distance. Climbing down from the metal perch shaking for some reason.
Unbelievable, just 10 yards away is an ugly beast. I’m thankful it died quickly. Probably was cute when it was little. Guides hand me better flashlight to light the ground as Nicholas and guide drag the hog a long way, so proud of my son.
Heart shot....and I’m so blessed to have held the flashlight.
A special memory.