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Once upon a time....Part 1
Saturday June 8, 2019 about 2230 hrs
I am sitting in a tree stand. Waiting. It seems I spend a lot of time up in a tree stand waiting. My tree stand is about 30 yards east of a baited the food plot. My weapon of choice is a 300 blackout. My rifle is equipped with a night vision scope and a sound suppressor. I spent last weekend loading subsonic ammo. I like to use 168 gr SMK BTHP bullets with 10 grains of trail boss cowboy action pistol powder. The most noise my rifle makes is from the moving parts of the rifle itself.
I am hunting hogs. Feral hogs. They are a scourge in this part of the country. They destroy habitat for game animals as well as destroy crops. My neighbors understand that I enjoy hog hunting and ask me to help them with their hog problem from time to time. Feral hogs are very smart, cagey, and easily spooked animals. In this part of the country, their meat is mighty tasty. Because they are so prolific, a lot of people use traps to rid themselves of the problem. I prefer to shoot them.
It is early June. The moon is in the waxing crescent stage. There is a light breeze coming straight at me. The breeze will help keep the mosquitos at bay and keep my scent away from the target area. There are very few clouds in the sky. Occasionally the drifting clouds block what little moon light there is. These are perfect conditions for nighttime hunting. I plan on killing three hogs tonight. I'll have one made into breakfast sausage and bacon. I'll have the other two butchered into hams, ribs, tenderloin, chops, bacon. I'll donate one to a food bank along with about 50 pounds of breakfast sausage.
I live alone in a house situated in the middle of six hundred acres that adjoins the national forest. I say alone, but two dogs own me, Red and Roscoe. I have peace and quiet, as much as you want as long as you want. The food plot where I am hunting is about twelve miles from my house as the crow flies. I built my home to reduce my reliance on outside utilities as much as possible. Electrically my house is mostly off grid. Typically, my electric bill is less than $100, even in the summer. I have a 500-gallon propane tank that lasts about 2 years. I use a wood stove as my primary source for heating. I do have central heat and air, if necessary, but the design of the house (thick walls with thick insulation) keeps the house cool in the heat of summer and warm in the cold of winter. The back of my house has a large, covered patio with a wood stove that I can use for cooking about anything you desire. My house is a split-level house with a walk out basement. My shop has a small walk-in freezer. I plan to gut the hogs and hang them until I can take them to a meat processor. I don't typically need a freezer that big, but it is nice to have it when you need it.
I notice a sounder of hogs moving slowly into the food plot from the northwest. The younger pigs leading the way, are less cautious. The smell of the corn mixed with alfalfa pellets is driving them crazy. I also have about 10 pounds of old apples spread about near the center of the food plot. The older bigger sows and boars are wary of leaving the cover of the woods and entering the wide-open food plot. The younger pigs throw caution to the wind and trot out to the where the bait is and begin grazing like there is no tomorrow. The older hogs and boars soon realize that if they don't move to where the good stuff is, then all the good stuff will be quickly gone.
I see a couple of sows close to 300 pounds and one boar that is a good 350. I am not opposed to taking head shots. Big momma stops to graze with her head pointed straight in my direction. She grunts contently foraging leisurely without a care munching on one of the apples in the food plot. I line up the shot, check my breathing, release the safety and slowly squeeze off one round which parts her skull. Big momma drops on her belly, kicks her back legs once, and rolls on her side. My next target, the 300- pound sow near her just glances in her direction for a split second then keeps right on eating. I she moves around and looks up at me amid chews. I repeat the aiming process, align my shot, pick a suitable point of impact and drop her right next to the big momma.
I remove the sound suppressor for the last shot as I want the rest of the sounder to leave the area when I drop the last of my prizes for the evening. I also use standard ammo for the last shot because I want that resounding boom to send them scurrying. The big boar is more active than the two sows. It takes a few minutes to get this shot lined up. Sure enough, after a few minutes, he pauses and looks in my direction. I squeeze off the last round, BOOOMM! Pandemonium takes over the food plot. There is a clear loss of pecking order in the sounder. There are hogs and pigs running in every direction. They are running into each other and over each other. Squeals of fear and piglets calling for momma. Hogs calling for their piglets insure of whether to run of gather. Self- preservation wins out. Dirt, grass, and weeds are flying from their hooves pounding the ground. Five seconds later, the food plot is dead quiet. The only noises are the distant sounds of stampeding hogs running away through the woods. The only hogs remaining in the food plot are the three large prizes that I have taken.
I secure my weapon and climb down out of my perch. I have a four-wheeler that I will use to drag the hogs to my truck and trailer. I put a slit into their back legs near the ankle and use a spreader bar to drag them one by one to the trailer. I have a winch on the trailer and drag them the rest of the way onto the trailer. It takes about an hour and a half for me to get them loaded and my four-wheeler secured on the trailer. I put the suppressor back on the rifle and make sure the rifle is loaded with subsonic ammunition just in case. A fellow doesn't know what will pop up around the next bend in the road.
I am creeping down a goat path, not quite what I would call a first- year road. I am watching the fireflies dance across a meadow while listening to mother nature's summer symphony. The crickets, along with the tree frogs, the bull frogs, the whippoorwills, and the occasional hoot owls all playing their part in the music of nature. I am about three miles away from the food plot. I stop and turn off the truck to take it all in and listen. This melody is sending chills down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck is standing straight out. That hasn't happened since Afghanistan.
I am enjoying this sweet refrain and just as I get fully relaxed and the music starts lulling me to sleep, my eyes shoot wide open. I hear a blood curling scream followed by another a few seconds later. The mother nature symphony comes to an abrupt conclusion. That tells me that the source of the scream is close. I open the door of the cab and grab my rifle and hunting vest from the truck and move toward the screams. I put on my hunting vest and make sure I have one in the chamber. The closer I get to the direction of the screams, the more it sounds like the screams are coming from a woman.
I can see dancing shadows up ahead that look familiar like they are being caused from a fire. The yellow orange light is illuminating one side of the trees. Noises continue to come from that direction. Screams, yells and cries for help. I move as quick as I can without alerting every animal within a one mile radius. I can see movement. There is an opening about twenty yards in circumference. There is a bonfire in the middle that is really burning hot. The flames are shooting about 5-6 feet into the air. I see a truck parked at the edge of the opening.
I see three men and one woman in the clearing. The woman is laying on the ground. She appears to be an unwilling participant in a gang bang. The upper part of her dress is ripped wide open barely clinging on her upper torso. Her breasts are fully exposed, and her chest is heaving because of her heavy breathing. The lower dress remnants are bunched up around her stomach. Her panties are torn and riding on her right mid-thigh. Her body is dirty from being on the ground and fighting.
She is fighting a man that is struggling to get between her legs. There is another man close by egging him on, waiting his turn. The third man is at the edge of the clearing with his back to the action like he is taking a piss. I slowly quietly move around the clearing getting near him. He is urinating and as he finishes, I get real close to him. I can smell the ammonia from his urine, and I can see droplets of sweat on his face. He is turning his body back towards the clearing. He is chuckling to himself while putting his 3- inch pee- pee back into his pants. He is looking down zipping his pants when I grab his chin with one hand and the back of his head with the other.
