Few things are more exciting to me than hog hunting at night. Yesterday, I noticed the freezer was getting a little low, so last night I spent a few hours up in the tree stand over my corn feeder. I went out about nine o'clock, which is prime time for the hogs to be moving in, and from the darkness I heard this big, old boar. If you haven't heard one before, there is a definite distinction between the sound of a boar and a sow. Anyway, I'm hearing the big guy coming in closer, then I hear some squealing, and much to my disappointment, the sounder moved away. If I were a younger man, I would have stayed there all night because I know they returned, but I am what I am, so I headed home cold and empty-handed, but with a great story to share with you. I'll get him next time.