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For the record, I should always listen to Bob.
He has never been wrong for me, yet.
For the record, I did not listen this time.
And thus, the adventure of the Big Pig Camping trip began.
I changed my plans and did not target the Marsh.
(I will outfit myself with a life-vest next time. The terrain was treacherous.
Way rougher than the nice State Park trails and camp grounds I have been
using in Florida. Fortunately, I have spent a lot out time out doors so I was
respectful of the land and did not let myself get into trouble. But, there was
trouble to be had.)
But, I am ahead of myself.
The plan was to get in as deeply with the truck as I could, pitch my tent,
make my T-Bone on the camp fire. Check out the best places nearby to hit
in the morning while making use of the afternoon.
Best laid plans...
I drove to the site... wrong. It should have taken an hour and 15.
But, Bernie Sanders was speaking in Kissimmee. There was a big wreck.
And, I had the wrong address so GPS sent me to a different nearby lake.
I finally got there 4.5 hours later than I had anticipated. My primary
camp site plan was unworkable. My back up site had been closed. I was
SOL. ALL those campgrounds on the map required a boat to get to. That
should have been mentioned some where, eh? (Bob is right, but there are
other sites that state there is a way in.)
I called the nearest boat dock which was on Lake Hatchineha on Catfish Road.
They had no camping. They had a bunk house and a pontoon boat I could rent. AND,
they had a farm owner named Turtle who doubled as a pig hunting guide.
I checked it out.
There is no access to the Chain of Lakes hunting areas without a boat- preferably an air boat.
The Bunk House had no canoes for rent. The pontoon would mean I would wade in the last few feet.
So, I talked to Turtle. This guy wanted 100.00 for the hunt PLUS 400.00 if I took a pig. Any pig.
Now, he does day feed these, but I felt I was being skinned and declined. I also was more interested in hunting rather than slaughtering. I was about to say forget it all and just go home.
The Bunk House owner offered to air boat me to a hunt area. It was really only 500 yards away, but over water. He would drop me at sunrise and pick me up at 3 PM. So, I took my first airboat ride. VERY FUN. DO IT IF YOU GET THE CHANCE. Hold your hat. Mine went in the drink.
Did you know that air boats can travel across flat dry land? I didn't. They can. They can go ridiculous places.
The rest was a nice day out hunting. Walk, stop, look, listen. Lots of sign. I found everything except the bacon. Hair, prints, scat, rutting, beds. I saw two deer and lots of other wild life. I am glad I used the shorter CVA .50 Hawken. The terrain was challenging and there were times the vegetation hindered movement.
No Big Pig for me, but I enjoyed myself. And, had one more air boat ride on the way back.
He has never been wrong for me, yet.
For the record, I did not listen this time.
And thus, the adventure of the Big Pig Camping trip began.
I changed my plans and did not target the Marsh.
(I will outfit myself with a life-vest next time. The terrain was treacherous.
Way rougher than the nice State Park trails and camp grounds I have been
using in Florida. Fortunately, I have spent a lot out time out doors so I was
respectful of the land and did not let myself get into trouble. But, there was
trouble to be had.)
But, I am ahead of myself.
The plan was to get in as deeply with the truck as I could, pitch my tent,
make my T-Bone on the camp fire. Check out the best places nearby to hit
in the morning while making use of the afternoon.
Best laid plans...
I drove to the site... wrong. It should have taken an hour and 15.
But, Bernie Sanders was speaking in Kissimmee. There was a big wreck.
And, I had the wrong address so GPS sent me to a different nearby lake.
I finally got there 4.5 hours later than I had anticipated. My primary
camp site plan was unworkable. My back up site had been closed. I was
SOL. ALL those campgrounds on the map required a boat to get to. That
should have been mentioned some where, eh? (Bob is right, but there are
other sites that state there is a way in.)
I called the nearest boat dock which was on Lake Hatchineha on Catfish Road.
They had no camping. They had a bunk house and a pontoon boat I could rent. AND,
they had a farm owner named Turtle who doubled as a pig hunting guide.
I checked it out.
There is no access to the Chain of Lakes hunting areas without a boat- preferably an air boat.
The Bunk House had no canoes for rent. The pontoon would mean I would wade in the last few feet.
So, I talked to Turtle. This guy wanted 100.00 for the hunt PLUS 400.00 if I took a pig. Any pig.
Now, he does day feed these, but I felt I was being skinned and declined. I also was more interested in hunting rather than slaughtering. I was about to say forget it all and just go home.
The Bunk House owner offered to air boat me to a hunt area. It was really only 500 yards away, but over water. He would drop me at sunrise and pick me up at 3 PM. So, I took my first airboat ride. VERY FUN. DO IT IF YOU GET THE CHANCE. Hold your hat. Mine went in the drink.
Did you know that air boats can travel across flat dry land? I didn't. They can. They can go ridiculous places.
The rest was a nice day out hunting. Walk, stop, look, listen. Lots of sign. I found everything except the bacon. Hair, prints, scat, rutting, beds. I saw two deer and lots of other wild life. I am glad I used the shorter CVA .50 Hawken. The terrain was challenging and there were times the vegetation hindered movement.
No Big Pig for me, but I enjoyed myself. And, had one more air boat ride on the way back.