It was late July, a little after 1 am in Kaufman County here in Texas and it was brutally hot. I was slowly making my way into a pasture ringed by dense woods. The coastal hay had just been cut and the South wind was light, and in my face. If I could only bottle this smell. Wearing my Bug Tamer Bug suit, I was de-scented with my .300 blackout rifle across my chest. Making it to the tree line, I was weaving through the crunch of dry summer leaves, stopping every 25 feet to listen. From the tree line 70 yards out and at my 10 o'clock, I hear a distinct whoosh of leaves. I take a knee.
The rustling of twigs accentuated with low, sharp grunts, signaled the arrival of a sounder (family) of hogs, ready to churn the Texas black dirt for the juicy grubs, just below the surface. Chin nearly to the ground, I let a full minute pass before I raise my thermal scope to see 9 hogs at my 12 o'clock.
It had been 3 years since my conversion from hunting with predator lights to thermal and it still feels like cheating. I see everything, 600 yards in every direction. From 2500 lb. steer to tiny moles dancing in the dirt; crisp silhouettes bathed in the warm green of my Pulsar rifle scope. The silent buzz of my watch tells me my friend adrenaline has joined the party and my heart rate has jumped above 100 bpm.
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The rustling of twigs accentuated with low, sharp grunts, signaled the arrival of a sounder (family) of hogs, ready to churn the Texas black dirt for the juicy grubs, just below the surface. Chin nearly to the ground, I let a full minute pass before I raise my thermal scope to see 9 hogs at my 12 o'clock.
It had been 3 years since my conversion from hunting with predator lights to thermal and it still feels like cheating. I see everything, 600 yards in every direction. From 2500 lb. steer to tiny moles dancing in the dirt; crisp silhouettes bathed in the warm green of my Pulsar rifle scope. The silent buzz of my watch tells me my friend adrenaline has joined the party and my heart rate has jumped above 100 bpm.
FERAL: A Hog Hunter's Diary
It was late July, a little after 1 am in Kaufman County here in Texas and it was brutally hot. I was slowly making my way into a pasture ringed by dense woods. The coastal hay had just been cut and the South wind was light, and in my face. If I could only bottle this smell. Wearing my Bug Tamer Bug suit, I was de-scented with my .300 blackout rifle across my chest. Making it to the tree line, I was weaving through the crunch of dry summer leaves, stopping every 25 feet to listen. From the tree line 70 yards out and at my 10 o'clock, I hear a distinct whoosh of leaves. I take a knee.
The rustling of twigs accentuated with low, sharp grunts, signaled the arrival of a sounder (family) of hogs, ready to churn the Texas black dirt for the juicy grubs, just below the surface. Chin nearly to the ground, I let a full minute pass before I raise my thermal scope to see 9 hogs at my 12 o'clock.
It had been 3 years since my conversion from hunting with predator lights to thermal and it still feels like cheating. I see everything, 600 yards in every direction. From 2500 lb. steer to tiny moles dancing in the dirt; crisp silhouettes bathed in the warm green of my Pulsar rifle scope. The silent buzz of my watch tells me my friend adrenaline has joined the party and my heart rate has jumped above 100 bpm.
The rustling of twigs accentuated with low, sharp grunts, signaled the arrival of a sounder (family) of hogs, ready to churn the Texas black dirt for the juicy grubs, just below the surface. Chin nearly to the ground, I let a full minute pass before I raise my thermal scope to see 9 hogs at my 12 o'clock.
It had been 3 years since my conversion from hunting with predator lights to thermal and it still feels like cheating. I see everything, 600 yards in every direction. From 2500 lb. steer to tiny moles dancing in the dirt; crisp silhouettes bathed in the warm green of my Pulsar rifle scope. The silent buzz of my watch tells me my friend adrenaline has joined the party and my heart rate has jumped above 100 bpm.
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Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
Publication date: | 03/07/2024 |
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