Better late than never

Better late than never!  That is true of this hunt and the time between my posts.  I have been busy with school and have not had time to post in a while.  After graduating the Ol' Man took me on a pig hunt.  We hunted hard all day without seeing any pigs.  We did come across four herds of elk and several turkeys.  The day was beautiful and except for the constant brushes with poison-oak and the lack of pigs it was a great day.
Our guide told us that he has only seen pigs with the cattle on two other occasions, so don't worry about looking when we are in a herd of cows.  He had mentioned this a few times during the day.  At seven at night we were heading back after walking all day.  We were in the "Gator" when we saw a few cows feeding a couple hundred yards away.  As we drove by I saw something that did not look right in the herd.  I told the guide that I had to walk back and check the herd.  He was very patients and agreed to walk back with me.  I could tell that he was less than enthused to check out a herd of cows, for the tenth time that day.  When we got to the edge of the timber I pointed to the "cow" in the middle.  His whole outlook changed, from calm and collected to def-com-ten.  He announced that several pigs were in the herd.
He ran back and got the Ol' Man, together they ran to where I was setting up my shooting position.  I wanted the Ol' Man to shoot first so I was waiting, the Ol' Man wanted me to shoot first so he was also waiting.  The guide was now going crazy, lol, he was yelling "shoot, someone shoot!!!" 
I picked a large pig and let the air out of it, "BOOM."  The pigs took off one way and the cows the other.  The Ol' Man could not get a shot so he and the guide were up and running.  The guide yelled back at me, "did you get it."  "You bet" I said.  Then he and the Ol' Man disappeared in the timber.  I ran along a ridge line trying to spot for them.  Using the best hand signals I could I managed to keep the guide and the Ol' Man headed in the right direction.  As they cleared the timber the guide got on their tracks and I watched as he and the Ol' Man disappeared again.
About fifteen minutes later I heard a faint shot off in the distance.  "Alright, thank you Lord" I yelled.  A while later the guide came back.  We retrieved my pig together, a nice two hundred pound'er.  We then drove about a mile to where the Ol' Man and the guide had caught up to the pigs.  As we walked up to where the guide said that they had shot the pig I saw an absolutely huge pig laying on the ground.  The Ol' Man walked down to us with a smile from ear to ear. 
That was by far one of the best hunts I have ever been on.  I got to witness the Ol' Man take a three hundred plus pound pig as well as making a new friend.  The guide was one of the hardest working guys I have ever hunted with.  He stayed positive all day and never gave up, he is also one heck of a good cook.