A Hog For Christmas

Mark Stewart left the camp to go blast a nice big buck, but what he found as he entered the North Cornfield made him change his mind. The whole field looked like it had been recently plowed without anything growing to show the nice food plot it was just a week ago. His eyes narrowed, he turned red, he was so mad that deer hunting disappeared from his mind and an old saying came to him "Death to Hogs!"
He climbed in the stand and put his rifle aside, he would wait for whatever hateful creature had the gall to destroy our field. Deer came and went, not interested. Just before dark a huge black shadow eased out of the woods about 75 yards away. A giant hog! A damn She-Devil! He grabbed his gun and drew down. BLAM! right in the neck. The hog took off like a bolt of lightning across the field.
When Paul showed up after killing his puny hog, they couldn't lift the Monster Mark shot, so we all went to get it that night. It was the biggest hog ever taken by Mark at 260 lbs. You would have thought he shot a 14-point buck he was so happy. Merry Christmas Mark!