So, last Sunday my alarm went off at 3:50am. Got up, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair up, and realized it was storming. I went and got dad up and aasked him if we were still going. He said yes. So i went and got dressed and laid back down in the bed. I woke back up around 9am, still in my hunting clothes. Needless to say, we didn't go hunting last Sunday.
On to this weekend. Saturday we went back to Nanafalia. We got on one big hog and the dogs finally bayed 500 yards in the thicks kudzoo and down in some the deepest gullies ever. Dad and Travis walked as far as they could and then crawled the rest of the way. They said the hog had some pretty good teeth but it was no way they could have gotten him out so they stabbed him and left him for the critters. He did do some damage on a few dogs though.
We didn't get to hunt Sunday because we had early church, but we did get to go to the sandbar. We had tons of food. We had a washer game and a horseshoe tournament. On the way out it got pretty intense. Somebody, I wont mention any names, wanted to race on the way out. So, we killed our lights and floored it. We were alright until we fell in the ruts and for a split secong i thought we were gonna flip over and die. We didn't lol. Then, we when we got home we went on the hunt for some stranger that had been creepin up and down the road IN THE DARK. We finally called it a night about 12:30am. It was still fun though!!
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