Well we didn't get to come home with a pig... nine of us made the 90 mile trip up state with me being the stranger in the group, i only met them a wek ago, like me they're just a bunch of ole farts look'n to have a good time.. actually it was a very interesting group of people at that,...
we arrived around 1PM met up with the guide settled in an got ready it already started to rain but we got in our stands anyway by 4'ish...
on the 1st nite one fella shot a oppossum that kinda started it off.. most everyone saw deer an commented what good size they were..
Man it was rainy an wet the first two days, we had to all dry out in front of the fire place for hours at time when ever we got back to the club house... on the second nite about 7:45 i hit a pig but i guess it wasn't a good enough hit, the pig may have been closr to 200 #'s... what happend [murphys law] was the 1st shot i took was CLICK no Boom [sh!t did i forget to load a round] Nah.. it was a dud... crap! i planned on using using my .35 marlin lever gun with a low power scope for the nite hunts an the 700/.308 for days with big scope.. So.. i jacked another round up in the .35 an got back on one the pig i could see best, the second i pulled the trigger the lite went out an all i could see was the flash from the muzzle blast in the scope.. i was positive i hit the pig so i didn't move, thought i'd just wait for the guide come get me... thinking it would give the pig a chance to settle down an die.. besides the deal was we could shoot two in a day, "so i was a sit'n an a hope'n " .. !
i found out shooting up at 14' in the air at nite ain't so easy... now what they did was to set out feed [bait] piles of sweet potatoes about 50yrds or so from each of the stands all done ahead of time an put car battery's that were wired to A head-lite [not the greatist] bulb.. only thing my lite wasn't a flood lite [%^$%^$] an i couldn't get the thing to stay on the animal.. we all used our walkee talkees or cell phones when in need, but i decided to wait..the guide came around 9PM an we started tracking we tracked it till near 11PM an lost it in the swamp, it wasn't till almost 200yrds before we actually found blood, by this time we were full of mud i fell once my boots got stuck deep in the muck.. it was late we were hungry we had an early din so as we could hunt late into the nite an by this time i was done-tired.. we took another look late morning the next day but still no luck...
as a small event during the last morning, a funny thing that happen to me... a turkey buzzard tried harassing me an almost got itself killed ... first he flew straight at me an i thought he was coming straight in the high stand with me but veered off... then he comes back again an lands on the roof i could see his tail hang'n over the edge, thats when he decides to takes a crap an just mist s h!tting on the barrel of my rifle... he mist it, is what that saved his life,... then he flew or glided off to the ground an makes a landing to flashed me or maybe dared me or something sprading his wings way out.. he stayed sprade like that for what felt like 4 or 5minutes... "crazy F'n bird" the guide came 9'ish an it was back to camp Breakfast Yippee we were out at 5AM on empty stomachs just a cup of that Brutal coffee.. but i grabed a slice of bread a water bottle an small bag of chips on the way out..
anyways for the 3 days we all ate an drank pretty good, we had pasta in a meat sauce, BBQ chicken BBQ beaver now i wasn't fond of the beaver it tasted Fishy to me

we had wine an beer to scotch an soda pop an bottled water, breafast was eggs an wild boar sauage an deer too.. all goooooood eats But the coffe was brutal Wow !.. there was lots of jokes going around, we had a dart board, pool an card table to mess with, this club house is like 4000sq.ft. with a 40 acre lake out front to fish in an 2200 acres of property which adjoined sweet potato farms an cotton an corn fields..
after the morning hunt Sat. it cleared [ of course we was go'n home] up.. the last fella the guide went to pic-up had shot a coyote, most of us were already back an packing when they pull in.. everyone ran out to see the ugly dog it was a mess till they hung it an hosed it off
all in all it was a good experience for a first hog hunt i think i'd be much better prepared if i was to do it again
i found out how out of shape i've been too.. my legs still aren't moving well lol's. i'm not sure if it was the high stands or the mud walk probally both the guide did say " you did a pretty good job " for an ole fart,... hey i kept up with him thru the mud the woods an the swamp tracking that f%ucker
it was fun an i don't regret it [except for the weather] and its always nice to come with your quarry... it was a little disappointing for that.. but better luck next time i say..
i just wanted to catch up an say thank you guys for the posts an help ya'all wrote in on it was some help not knowing anything in the first place