It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend of golf at the camp. Paul invited David Hyde and Jim Rusch up to play and got me in the deal too. We were supposed to do a little lite work Saturday morning and play golf that afternoon. Paul was excited to come up and show off again and it got his blood up. At the last minute he slid his rifle into his golf bag (just in case).
Saturday morning at daylight he was found wandering around the place. That morning he saw 9 different bucks and several of them were wallhangers. He crept along with his rifle enjoying the morning when a big fat hog appeared in front of him at the Point Stand. Quicker than you can say Hog Blog, the rifle roared! Blam!
Another hog bites the dust. He and Jim also beat David and I at golf, but we are pretty sure they cheated (as usual).
Here is a pic of the killer and my Dad with the big 150 lb. porker.