Every once in a while we need to spend a day in the wild. I’m primarily a wind shooter — doves and ducks. Most of my bird hunts are early morning short hunts. But my friend Georg Hofmann, who is a professional hunting guide, invited me to spend a day on a beautiful Hill Country ranch hunting feral hogs and young aoudad sheep. Another one of our buddies, Bucky Tucker, accompanied us.
No shotgun on this trip. Only rifles. I climbed into a very plush blind in the dark. After loading my 30.06 autoloader and my little .22 I laid day for a nap, waiting for first light. Before the feeder went off at 7:30 a.m. white tailed deer began to gather near the feeder, waiting for a corn feast. After the feeder slung its payload more deer appeared. Several were bucks. Most were little young four and six pointers. One nice eight pointer soon joined the breakfast party. He was a nice deer for the Hill Country. Certainly not a South Texas trophy but nice. He probably was about 2.5 years old.
Then, like out of thin air, a group of about 12 feral pigs attacked the feeder. They were all sizes and colors — black, grey, red and spotted.
