I strode down the palmetto-lined Jeep trail with the warm sun on my back, a good bow in my hand, and wild hogs on my mind. For a Minnesota boy like me it feels good to be outside in a camo T-shirt in February, soaking up the Florida sun and on a hunt!
Are you fed up and broke from paying lease fees to hunt? Have you sworn you’ve had the last door slammed in your face trying to get permission to hunt? If so, you could be a varmint hunter in the making.