This wasn’t the murder I was expecting.
With sunset past and dusk falling on the South Texas mesquite, this day’s hunt for whitetail deer was ending. The too-young bucks hanging around the feeder startled and scattered. I got into my glass just in time to see it wasn’t a big buck pushing them off.
It was pigs. Two of them, and good-sized boars at that. Both of them ran right to the feeder, but just
