Swinesylvania, MS> In the hunting world there are two kinds of people. The first is the man that is after the big buck. He plans and schemes all year, plants food plots and has his stand ready while he dreams of the moment that the trophy buck steps into his sights. These are men like Mike, Mark, Trent, Othmar, Paul, Art and a few others I could name.
The other kind of guy just naturally dislikes a hog. Thess guys have a permanent case of swine flu and figure to eradicate the problem at every chance. These guys are like Phillip, Mailrider, and a few others.
Then there is Bob. Just thinking about a hog makes his palms itch and sweat. His breathing becomes erratic and a wild look comes in his eyes. He don't like a damn hog. I have never seen a man hating on a hog with this kind of intensity. In fact, his goal this year was to blast a boar hog or die trying. He publicly stated that if he could just get a hog he would kiss the nasty varmint. He is a natural born hog killing machine. Seeing the look in his eyes, I took him to the stand at the North Cornfield and quickly fled the area before he put the Crazy eyes on me. It wasn't long 'till shots rang out and quicker than you can say "Pork Chops", Bob the killing machine got his first wild hog!
Please go over to his site or Marians and leave him a congratulatory comment.