- after the 10-day waiting period, I picked up the rifle that I told you I purchased.
- I studied for and then passed my hunter's education certificate examination, which enabled me to get...
- my hunting license, along with a pig tag. You have to have a "tag" for every pig you expect to "take."
- I've purchased a whole bunch of things, including:
- a telescopic sight for my rifle
- camouflage clothing (top, bottom, hat, and gloves) designed to make me look like shrubbery
- special "combat" earplugs to protect me from the sounds of the same rifle referred to earlier
- a shoulder pad, to protect me from the impact of that same rifle (noticing a pattern?)
- various cleaning tools to clean, carry, or otherwise treat the rifle under different circumstances
- special laundry soap and personal soap which I'll use to clean all the clothing I'll take on the trip in order to remove all scent. Apparently wild pigs can't see well, but they can smell you from a mile away. Or something like it. So we have to disguise our odors. (This raises the question: why are we trying to look like shrubbery? But, hey, I'm just the student in this enterprise.)
- shooting sticks, which, together, make a bipod support I can use to stabilize myself for shooting from a sitting or kneeling position. This helps a lot, because the rifle weighs 7 pounds, and holding out in front ends up being tiring.
- and, last but not least: ammunition. Bullets. Oh boy. Did you know you can buy bullets on the Internet?
- And then there's all the practicing, and also a rather involved process of working in a new gun and sight.
It feels like a bit of a sprint, to be honest. I had imagined a slower-paced process. But the opportunity to have my first hunt be one I take with my coach has meant going along with her schedule, and so I accept it. An interesting by product is that my locavore Thanksgiving might feature some wild boar this year.