The New And Improved Romie Futch - Plot & Excerpts
Garland’s boar blind for fifteen minutes when I spotted the first hog of the day, trotting from a wallow toward Garland’s crop of bait corn. It was a sow, alas, followed by three other females with piglets in tow—good eating, as they say. But I wasn’t after meat. I had two weeks to bag a boar and fashion its head into a killer mask. I’d already ordered a velvet frock coat from OtherVictorians.com, which’d set me back a pretty penny. I’d bought a ruffled blouse and a paisley ascot. And I’d spent five consecutive afternoons waiting in R.V.’s boar blind after knocking off work early. I’d seen my share of hogs, mostly on the small side (so-called defensives) but hadn’t made a kill yet. And I was getting desperate, thinking about buying an infrared feed light and switching to night hunting. Mr. R.V. had planted corn to attract boars, but now he was laid up at Hampton Regional with a nasty case of bacterial prostatitis. The boar blind had been his last hurrah, a simple square structure nestled in pines and splotched with camo paint.
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