Posted By: fishingoncredit
Duck cove Terrell public hunting land - 01/28/15 08:29 PM
Dang so I went the this morning at 7 around 10 I scared up a big pig on the otherside if the creek. So I popped it twice with buck shot and missed the 3rd shot as he ran for it's stinky life. Well I ran clear across the creek and I swear I walked on the water or pretty darn close to it! Popped out the creek reloaded and started chasing the way I thought it went and lost all sign. So I doubled back the scene the god the blood trail. By this point I've called my dad telling him get to the levee so he can find me and help me track it(drag that big pig out) well I picked up the blood trail pretty easy and started following it through every thorny vine in the woods till the freaking blood just stops and there is no pig in sight and not another drop of freaking blood to be found... So by now my dad is on the levee looking Down for me and I get him and put him on the blood trail and same thing happens we end up at the same spot I lost the trail at. So we spread out and grid searched till 2 and pops called it.
Well on out walk back to the car about 30 feet from the parking lot under a big cedar tree is a kennel with a pit puppy dead that someone shot in the face... And then at the car I I looked back that way and saw a trash bag that was also new so I cut it open and there was another dead pit puppy... I have really lost lost a lot of faith in humanity after seeing that today.. And I feel like I should still be looking for the pig but walking back to irving with a 12 guage is the last thing on my list of things to do before I die..
Well on out walk back to the car about 30 feet from the parking lot under a big cedar tree is a kennel with a pit puppy dead that someone shot in the face... And then at the car I I looked back that way and saw a trash bag that was also new so I cut it open and there was another dead pit puppy... I have really lost lost a lot of faith in humanity after seeing that today.. And I feel like I should still be looking for the pig but walking back to irving with a 12 guage is the last thing on my list of things to do before I die..