Ralph — That’s the first I’ve heard of feral hogs in CO! I’ll check it out, thank you. Living here, distance is a major obstacle to hog hunting, making it “exotic” to me.
Etter — For several months in 1969-70 I was stationed at Hunter-Stewart while undergoing Army helicopter flight training. This included a weeklong jungle survival class in the swamp, where we were larded with spook stories about giant hogs, gators and quicksand. All I ran into was plenty of rattlers, which taste like chicken when you’re hungry. I recall flying treetop along those forest-shrouded winding rivers, and very tough walking and navigating. Perfect Bigfoot country! I lived at Savanna Beach and there was nothing there but nice old frame houses. I’ll bet it’s unrecognizable now.