A hog hunters nightmare!!!
The day had been long, the sun nearly unbearable. This hog was somehow different. At the time I couldn't place the subtle differences.
looking back with clear unclouded hind sight it was painfully obvious that this was no regular hog. Unfortunatley it's too late for the other members of this ill fated expidition.
The first big clue that didn't register at the time was the scat. Not like normal hog scat, this scat was rich in unusual content for the area. Lots of macadamia nuts and pinapple remains filled the large and numerous steamy piles.
The track was also unusual. It appeared normal at first but every once in awhile the track would seem to "hang ten" and then go back to normal.
Looking back however the most revealing clue as to the true and evil nature of the critter we were dealing with was the pretty pink flower petals we kept seeing in the vicinity of this massive hogs tracks. latter investigation found them to be hibiscus petals.
I should have known at that time that we weren't dealing with a normal boar. Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was my ego but I failed to see the danger into which I was leading my party of merry hunters.
When it happened it happened fast and furious. The main group of hunters had entered a bush to the left of my track and against my wishes had seperated themselves.
All I remember hearing was a snort but I could swear it sounded like that hog grunted out something like " ALOHA HOWLEE!!" and soon his guteral toneations were drowned out in the blaze of gunfire followed by screams and then only silence, occasionally broken by the sounds of the beast crunching on the bones of the fallen gunmen.
The last I saw of the beast he was meandering down the ridge wearing a very colorfull flower patterned shirt, stylish raybans, and had a beatifull red hibiscus flower tucked behind his right ear.
I never took a shot at the beast as my nerve wouldn't allow, for I was frozen in terror. My .600NE rifle lay harmless at my feet where I'd droped it, sweaty palms no longer able to grip the fine walnut stock.
It was the last time I ever attempted to hunt the rare and deadly Hawaiin Chupahoga Boar!
Beware fair lads and lasse of the hunting creed the Chupahoga travels and frequent flyer miles are easiert han ever to come by. Let this be a lesson to all...................