I' ve been watching this cinnamon on a line, on the other side of this HOLE for a couple of weeks, but it' s too small to chase, even with my bow. Well last night, with 30 min of light left, I glassed the hill and spotted what I thought was a decent boar in it' s spot (finally...)

Well I jumped on down that hole, crossed the ragin' creek and got half way up the other side, before I puked up my first lung. By the time I stopped gasping enough steady my bino' s, I realized it was that same dink I' d been watchin' FFFF....(Doh!)

Well, after I' d dragged my sorry ass this far, his rug started lookin' mighty nice...I had the wind, so I grunted it out and belly crawled the last 20 yards to close the gap to where I could hear him chewing....I raised my bow and...

Here' s the HOLE looking back, (that pink thing on the road is my left lung)...


Shoot now or forever hold your peace...


How could you miss my ears?


COULDN' T DO IT ... At least I have a good excuse to BUY a SPOTTING SCOPE!