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Some nights out here in South Georgia test your patience, your grit, and your faith all at once. This was one of those nights. Guide Hank and his hunter, Ryan, were covering field after field with no pigs in sight. The clock crept toward 4 a.m.—prime time for calling it quits—but Hank wasn’t ready to give up.
As they rolled up on the last two fields, Hank said a quick prayer, asking the Lord to bring out some pigs before the night was over so Ryan could head home with some meat and a story worth telling. “We both said amen and kept on moving,” Hank said.
The first field was empty. The second didn’t look much better. Hank stopped on a high spot and scanned the area—nothing, not even a deer. Disappointed, he decided to wait it out a little longer, giving it until the last possible minute before packing up. When he powered the optic back on for one final scan, the field had completely changed. “It was littered with pigs,” he said with a laugh.
Hank grabbed Ryan and set him up for the shot. When it was over, Ryan had taken down three pigs and filled the cooler with a good haul of meat.
It was a perfect ending to a long night—and a reminder that sometimes, all you can do is Hog Hunt on a prayer.
