After many years of trying I finally convinced my Dad to make the trip from WY and come chase pigs with his bow. It had been a few years since we hunted together but we got on pigs opening morning. As we are creeping in on the pigs my Dad is in front of me but as all hunters new to pig hunting he was walking way to fast and he must have envisioned some huge oinkers because he was not seeing the heard standing still at maybe 20 yards. I tried the pissst, pissst, hey pops, whisper but he wouldn't stop walking. Opening day came and went as my Dad stomped by pig after pig. Finally at dinner I say "Dad, why don't you stop when I tell you to." His response "I can't hear sh@# anymore, and I never heard you" For the rest of the hunt I had to carry a pocket full of rocks and every time I needed him to slow down or stop I would reach into my pocket and pelt him in the back with a stone. The next time I saw him he was sporting a new set of hearing aids! My Mom road him for years and he never got em but one failed pig hunting trip was all it took.
