Russian Hog

Thursday, June 3, 2010 10:01am PDT (2 years ago)

The loud bark of an alert Blue Heeler, Hedy, boomed through my ears at three in the morning. I quickly sprung out of my sleeping bag, as I realized she was warning of approaching Russian Hogs. I scrambled to gain composure as I swiftly grabbed my powerful Surefire light, strapped my Gerber knife to my thigh, grabbed my .22, and of course my razor sharp hog spear. Sneaking out of my tent in my boxers, I crept to where I could get a clear shot at the hog. It only took a few steps to achieve..