Halloween Hogs and Clown Face
Eva was coming back to town to collect her deer from my freezer. I texted the general manager at the Preserve to book a hog hunt for that Monday: Halloween. I called him a day prior to the hunt asking if I could use the rifle range. “Come on down, son! You still hunting hogs with me tomorrow?” “Yes sir! Is there a certain time I need to get there?” “Any time is fine. Just head out to the stand. I should have a guy out there to put corn down. If there’s not corn out there by 7:30AM, CALL ME and I’ll send a guy!” I had long craved a hog hunt. When I was younger, my family and I visited my cousin in Orlando, Florida and I looked forward to returning for a visit and heading south from there to hunt boar with hounds in the swamps. I bombarded the guide services with questions for the next few years, lusting after that hunting trip. But I...