The Neuse River lowlands are becoming a hotspot for feral hogs.
Freddie Stancil and his grandson, Jared Raynor, paused to point out an area where hogs had been rooting for grubs and acorns. Seeing a hog from a nearby stand, they said, would be as close to guaranteed as anything in hunting, but that it might be almost dark before one showed up.
“Get on up there and get ready,” said Stancil before he and Raynor moved on to their stand. About an hour before dark, a doe showed up and began to nibble on corn around the feeder. She was soon joined by a dozen more, arriving for an early evening meal. Suddenly, one of the deer jerked its head upwards, alert and anxiously looking around. One stomped, then another snorted, and they quickly bounded to the edge of the woods and disappeared.
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