I went pig hunting this weekend. Me, my dad, our dentist friend Roger, his son Brad, and two of Roger's friends Chuck and Johnny. We went up to a ranch near Los Banos, CA, about 90 minutes from the house. Dad flew in, and we drove down to meet the rest of the gang who flew down in Chuck's plane.
Man, that was a lot of hiking. We didn't do much the first day, but the second day we covered around 12 miles. We were hunting with dogs, and once they get a scent and tear off, you have to follow them, no matter how far they go. And if they manage to corner a pig, that's got to be your animal.
I wound up getting a 600 pound pig, way deep in this huge patch of manzanita. The guide called earlier today and told me that I will have 250 pounds of meat. That's too much pork for just one fork, so I'm going to be sharing it for sure.
I put up from the pig hunt on picasaweb. I put comments on the pics, so the whole story is there.
It was quite the adventure, and I am as sore as I've ever been.