Not that the fact that my hike didn’t go to plan had anything to do with this hog trap I found. I noticed a fairly well-worn spur trail and decided to check it out. It appears it must have been a feral hog trail, as this contraption was set up across it. I presume it’s sitting here so the hogs can get used to it before they bait it. I couldn’t see any obvious trigger mechanism, and I didn’t want to hang around in case my scent put the hogs off of using the trail. Hogs do a lot of damage, and anything that can be done to get rid of them is fine in my book. It used to be that you were free to shoot them on sight. Now they prefer that you report sightings so they can set traps to catch and kill an entire herd.
Back to my hike. About 90 minutes in I got to the trail junction where Ginger and Katie took a wrong turn a few years ago. My plan was to take the wrong turn and see where it headed. I wanted to get down to the edge of the wilderness. To do that, I needed to ignore the arrow which someone thoughtfully added to the trail blaze to make the trail obvious (that would be me — vandal that I am), and go right.
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