My sons and I are staying the weekend at my Grandma's to try and get a handle on her wild hog problem. So far, the hogs have been a no-show, so I decided to get a quick hunt in this evening at an old homeplace on the adjacent property. I've probably hunted that place 100 times over the years and eventually stopped hunting it due to finding less and less, but figured that since the hogs have been digging some pretty deep holes over there that it was worth a look. I got a hit by the the first hole I came to in a spot that used to be a thicket before the hogs got a hold to it and ended up finding what looked like a hog ring from one of the ferals. When I tried to stand up, I nearly fell in the hog hole. The Infinium flew one way and the Pro-Pointer flew the other as I tried (and failed) to catch myself. As the dust began to settle I noticed the Pro-Pointer was chirping but I couldn't see where it landed. I tracked it down and found it beside an old fence post that was covered in vines and pine straw. As I scraped the pinestraw away from the post I realized I had found my coolest find ever, totally by accident, in a spot that I had pretty much given up on. I think we all know the moral. But I never really took it to heart until today.