Easing into the swamp, I heard the telltale grunts of a sounder of hogs feeding. Their social grunts can be heard at quite a distance in the southern swamps where I was bowhunting hogs. They were heading in my direction but were still too far away for me to locate. Easing behind a large cypress, I watched and waited. One by one, they began to appear as they fed along the creek. The sounder was large, with at least 20 animals milling around. My heart began to race, fearing that I would be spotted before the large black-and-white boar that…
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