so, I am headed down to the famous Christmas Place this weekend and the phone rings. Mark says "Hey, are you bringing a camera?" (oh, crap!) :Uhhh, yes???" He says "Good, you can take a picture of this big mule I just got at the North cornfield!
This started a wild weekend that Mark will talk and talk and talk about forever. Jeez!
The big 8-point weighed 190 lbs. and everyone was fired up for Saturday morning to arrive.
Paul came in with Michael and Tim Crosby that night and later Spencer showed up with two buddies named Joe and Peachy. Let me tell you, those two kids were stone cold killers!
Saturday morning I took Peachy and hunted the Dove Field and he took a big hog off in the swamp while Joe blasted another one that got away. Paul also got a big 170 lb. boar. Hogs were running everywhere.
No one did any good that morning, mainly because of the steady BOOM, BOOM of Marks rifle ringing across the property. Mark took 6 hogs at one time, he ran out of bullets and got the last one with his pistol! The woods over there are still ringed in smoke and the road leading in is now known as the road of death and the stand has been renamed Pork Chop Hill!