Some nights you cover miles before anything happens — and that’s exactly how Night 1 started for our South Georgia thermal hog hunt with Guide Clay.
We hit the first field at 8:44 PM and immediately spotted a familiar face: the same lone boar we stalked two nights earlier. Just like last time, he never stopped to feed, never slowed down, never looked back — he powered across the field like he had somewhere important to be. Before we could make a move, he was gone.
From there, we checked field after field, putting in the miles with nothing to show for it. Then we finally saw a pig… except it was casually strolling on the side of the road — the one place we can’t hunt. Figures, right? We drove past with a sour taste in our mouths and kept moving.
About an hour later, our new guide Jordan was checking fields for us and called with a lead on a place we call Honey Bun. It took about 45 minutes for him to get back to us, and by the time we arrived (around 3:20 AM), he thought the pigs had slipped back into the trees. He could barely make out shapes deep in the back, but wasn’t sure if they were pigs or shadows.
Still, we decided to stalk in — just hoping they were still out there. I was on this hunt too, getting footage, and the entire walk we couldn’t see or hear a thing. No movement, no heat signatures… nothing.
Then we made a sharp turn up onto higher ground — and there they were.
A sounder, right where they were supposed to be.
The hunters from upstate New York set up fast and handled business. Before long, five pigs were successfully rehomed(lol), and we loaded up the meat for the ride back to the Windsor so they could get a few hours of rest before Night 2.
Thermal hog hunting is unpredictable — some nights are quiet, some nights take patience, and some end with a surprise sounder waiting right over the hill.
Let’s see what Night 2 brings…
