It had been almost three years since Dad had been up to Jacksboro to chase the smart, free range pigs up there. So, I arranged for him to accompany me for the weekend. His first night was a bust – he got winded. His second night was magical! Before sunset two bachelor boars cruised out at his set up at about 90 yards away. He was ready. Boom! Big Boar down! Way to go, Dad!