After we brought out Bob's deer it was raining so hard that you almost could not see. Trent, Tony, Bob, Mark, Marian and I headed to the kitchen table to hear his story, have a drink and talk about deer and hog hunting. Ten minutes into this, I thought I was in a gangster movie. All we needed was the Capo Di Porko to make the scene complete. Mailrider and Bob began the discussion on how to kill hogs and the gleam in their eyes made me sit back and just listen. They spent way too much time talking about hating them, blasting them and many different ways to trap and kill them. The discussion raised the hair on the back of my neck as it moved into ways to cook, bury and eat the hogs. I began to feel sorry for the damn things.
Anyway, I can assure you that those two hate a damn hog and I think they will keep hunting them every chance they get. I think the hogs better find a new place to roam if they want to live.