RH, thats where I was talking about, we camped out on the st. marks and hwy 98. Right across the st. marks river was a diner called Outz's Oyster bar where we would pig out on 25 cent appalachacola oysters and A $1.50 for smoked mullet, man that was just as good as the huntin trip. We'd hunt the wakulla flats and the otter lake side when the refuge first opened and hogs all over and found a bunch of nice sheds in the flats. I did get turned around at dark-thirty while hunting the flats and I finally met up with my friends, game warden and search party at 2:00 a.m.. I was out on the flats and I started working my way towards this light, the water was getting deeper and deeper, and come to find out I was actually working my way to a buoy marker. I could hear voices calling my name but the wind was not in my favor as I started working my way back to the voices. I finally worked my way to the game warden and I said, "man am I ever glad to see you". He told me that he had better things to do then to stay up looking for my a$$. He chewed me up one side and down another. The hard part about was everytime I chequed through the chequeing station, everyone would rib me. But I did get the last word in by chequeing out a 4x4 buck, one doe and two hogs. [X(]

Bobby