A hog hunting story sent in from our friend John J. LaRussa who is from my home state of Florida, enjoy!

My younger brother who has never hunted in his life has been bugging me to take him hog hunting. Well on Monday 12-27-2009 his wants came true. He was in town and I took him to Hardee County Florida where I hunt. The hogs have been rooting the property up pretty good for the last few months. I placed my little brother (6′ 4 1/2″ and weighing in @ 320) in a tree stand along the creek on the property, squirrles got mad thought a bear moved in. Well about 30 minutes into the hunt I heard a shot and felt pretty good it was Thomas. About 2 minutes later another shot then another shot then a pistol shot then another shot that sounded like an explosion. All I could think was that the BEAR I took with me had a private war going on and did not invite me. During this barage of gun fire and pig squeeling I had to laugh out loud did not know what the heck was going on. Then the woods got quiet and 1 lone rifle shot and my BEAR I mean brother started howling like a child at Christmas. “I got one John I got one.” Finally I thought, after the little war that was going on. Well as far as the war it was the land owners to the East that were making all the rukus they were hunting the fence line and only Mother Nature knows what they got. I have not seen my brother that happy with me since we were kids growing up in South Florida. Hunting is second nature to me and if I could find a way to make a living at it I would. To see the look on another persons face and the jubilation in there voice as they tell you the story is what hunting is all about. My mother called me yesterday and said that the meat was delicious they had dinner at my brothers and he retold the story for them of how my BEAR got the Little Piggy.

John and Thom on Thom's second hunt