I was 17 in 1981. My brother-in-law and I were on the family lease late on a November afternoon. It was cold and misty. We saw hogs several hundred yards out in the winter wheat and decided to stalk them. We moved through the woods that bordered the field. A few of the hogs decided to leave the field and we jumped them in the mesquites. I dropped two hogs with my Virginian Dragoon chambered in .357. I've been hooked ever since.

Before then I had taken various bunnies and small critters with a Ruger Single Six, but the pigs were my first medium size game.