It ain’t corn … that’s in the front yard after we drug it up the hill with tractor

… dang thing was leaking corn lol

Uh huh!

Tell the truth and shame the devil!

… my boy might have scattered a little here and there to keep ‘em around lol

Yessir!

See we ain’t much different in our methods...lol

It’s a toss up between the bow and the thermal. It is pretty fun sneaking in a slinging an arrow through one or even setting up in the tree waiting on one you know will show. For ugly critters, they have some keen instincts for staying alive.
I also believe if night hunting and thermals weren’t allowed, then we’d be in a big mess!!

True!

… her name was charlotte

You've carried it further than me and WannaBe.

I've never named a piney woods rooter.

I’ll have to pay more attention to fat on ours. Most are so lean I couldn’t tell you what color the fat is.

The stink usually overrides any interest I have in that wild pork.

… stay away from the boars Uncle Swamp… this is the biggest I’ve killed… partner of mine killed one a little bigger..but buzzards won’t even eat em

That jokers got a big ole head on him.

… great big ol head …his name was bucsnbears

Thought that thing was a Hippo at first lol.

Dang near looks like an African warthog don't he?

Here s one with a name. About ten years ago, my son’s buddy got a new bow for Christmas and was looking for something to shoot. I had a sow and three young pigs on a corn feeder and told him where to go. He killed the sow and the three young pigs just kept coming back to the feeder. Two little black boars and a red female. My wife named them Larry, Moe, and Roberta. About six months later, Larry became a casualty of another arrow. About a year later, Roberta just disappeared. But old Moe kept coming back. He got where he would let me pet him and scratch his head while he fed at the feeder. He was truly a judas pig - he would bring other hogs with him, and when I would walk up to him and he didnt run, the other hogs didn't know what to do. I shot dozens of other hogs with my bow while I was standing right beside Moe, feeding under the feeder. He hung around for about 2 1/2 years. We would paint him with orange spray paint during hunting season. Finally, one day my wife and I rode down to the feeder on the ranger to fill it with corn. Moe was there like usual. I started petting him and scratching his head. My wife hit something in the ranger that made a metal clanking noise. It spooked Moe and he jumped to the side, knocking me down. He probably weighed about 200 lbs now and was sporting some decent cutters. He ended up standing astraddle me. I could already feel those teeth ripping my guts out. He carefully stepped over me, without even brushing me. I stood up, petted him a few times, got in the ranger and told my wife that was it. Wasnt filling the feeder - it was time for Moe to make it on his own. He hung around for about three months before he left or the orange paint wore off and we could not identify him again

Really cool story.

Brave man! I ain’t encountered none I wanted to pet or even thought they’d let me pet, lol! We have caught some piglets and shoats that some boys fattened up and BBQ’ed. Those caught young and fed corn or peanuts tasted better than store bought pork.

That is a great story WC!

Let’em eat in peace last night…tonight will be a different story, lol!