Feral Hogs Are Destructive and Delicious…And A Dream Come True

By Dan Zimmerman

By Russ Lumpkin via Sporting Classics Daily

The tracks of whitetails, turkeys, and feral pigs crisscrossed and piled on each other, captured in the temporary cement of red clay that had not received rain in weeks. Mike and I had hunted turkeys that morning but entered the swamp road toting slug guns and looking for swine. A small pine stood to the left of the road, and a portion of the tree’s bark had been eroded away. The invasive beasts used it as a scratching post . . .

The road had been built through a cypress–tupelo swamp adjacent to the Savannah River. Mike had hunted pigs in that lowland for years and had adopted a still-hunter’s approach, which made good sense to me. We walked at an inchworm’s pace, looking, glassing, and listening, certain we’d see hogs—evidence of their work gouged the ditches of the road, the road itself, and any ground higher than the swamp soup.

The colors of spring remained hidden in the buds, which enabled us to see deep into the flood-plain forest where the buttressed trunks of ancient trees held firm in the soft ground but bore hues similar to muddy pig. After 20 minutes …read more

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