Another Jude Hart hog hunt

Jude Hart is my grandpa, and I lived with him for several years learning many things from his perspective, after I read the story posted by Lavon I began to recall many times hunting own with him myself, As a young boy about 12 years old the first time I can really remember hunting with pawpaw was a cold month we were about 1/2 mile from Hart camp that Paw Jude and brothers built as far as I know, the camp is about 60% surrounded by a small creek that keeps a little water year round, Paw Jude was marking hogs and I got caught up in it I was never much of a hunter but would do anything for Grandpaw Paw Jude had given me 22 rifle to carry, it was one his son Curtis Hart had given him in the early seventies, Paw Jude was carring a 30 30 carbine winchester, and riding his horse a Oppalossa he had that he simply called OLE Opp. We had found some very small pigs and I am sure Pawpaw was needing a chuckle so he told me to get off the horse I was on and catch them as I proceeded to chase piglets and kicking momma pig I found myself with a little bigger problem and that was the boar staring at me from underbrush, now I wish I could say I remembered I had that 22 in my hand but fact is at the sight of that ole boar the first thing I did was drop the 22. And I found at that time I had a new love for running, not really particlure which direction I just commence to running I had my eye on a small tree and can remember well squealing looking behind me I realized I was about to lose this race as I put one hand on the tree I heard the loud bark of the 30 30 one shot, while all things seemed surreal at the time I looked up at PaJude with gun in hand, first thing he said was. Dam#@$%& that was a good boar, from that time on my grandpaw was Wyatt Earp to me, he had saved me most likely several scars from the nasty tusks that were as sharp as they could be, we drug that ole boar out of the woods to make some bad tasting bacon with that ole boar hog taste, stink up your house just to fry it. Now I am the least of the Hart hunters I just loved my Grandpa, the real tales would come from Scotty, Dennis, Tolbert, and many other cousins of mine that spent countless hours hunting with grandpaw Jude, not mention all of Judes sons but they all know who was the favorite lol.