After a few days of fruitlessly stalking the deep cypress swamps of Groton Plantation, my brother and I decided to take on a different strategy in hopes of harvesting a grill worthy hog. The strategy was not of our own devise, but a strategy imparted to us by a pair of hunters whom our crew had dubbed as "having a horseshoe up their ass". Steve and Asher had been returning to the cabin from almost every hunt with grins and game. As I rode with them to the tract of land we had drawn for the last morning's hunt, I swallowed my pride and asked them how the hell they were finding so much game when the rest of the hunters were seeing so little. "The secret", Steve said, "Is in the drive. The game is bedded down in the cane in this cold weather. One of you needs to slowly walk the cane ridge, and the other hang back in the adjacent slough. Don't walk fast enough to scare them out in a full run, you just want to bump them out."

My brother and I hopped out of the truck, crossed a deep muddy slough, and began driving the first cane ridge we came to. I took to driving the cane and Logan followed along behind in the open slough. Sure enough we came upon a bedded sow within 5 minutes. I walked within five feet of the pig in the heavy cane before I saw her, and she quickly crashed out of the cane. Unfortunately, this pig went right instead of left. After trying to track her for a while, we went back to driving the cane.
Within another 10 minutes I stumbled upon another bedded sow. I about stepped on her (and she was not a small pig) and she darted out of the cane at full sprint into the slough that my brother was walking. He drew and fired, making one hell of a shot to even hit this sprinting pig.
The Sow we brought down was about 160 lbs, and we had quite a bit of swamp to treck back through. We fashioned a gurney out of some fallen limbs and some rope we had in the bag. Even with the gurney, it was one hell of a workout carrying this hog back to the truck. Exhausted, we loaded it up and carried the pig back to the cabin for weigh in.
With a clean skinned carcass, we quartered the pig, taking special care to properly butcher the back straps and tenderloins. Logan had to head back to Georgia, so I promised to smoke him some BBQ. I knew that wild pig tends to be much tougher, leaner, and drier. Especially pigs of this size. I decided that I definitely wanted to inject the meat and would probably need to cook it on foil for a good part of the cook, if this BBQ was going to be anything other than the texture of cardboard.
I injected the shoulder with water, sugar, salt, wooster, and chili powder. I used a pre-made rub this time, as my spice cabinet was in bad need of some attention. I'm not even going to name the rub I used, since it left little impression on me.
I set the Kamado up for indirect cooking and added a few large chunks of hickory to the lump charcoal bed. When the smoker hit 250 and the heavy smoke dwindled to thin blue whisps, I added the pork.
I smoked the shoulder to 150 degrees internal before foiling. I added some of the injection to the foil wrap, sealed it up tight, and put it back on. I let the meat ride to 190 degrees internal before moving the wrapped shoulder to a cooler to rest for a few hours.
Though it did not pull very well, probably due to the lack of fat in the meat, it was pretty moist and flavorful. I chopped the shoulder and used a turkey baster to remove the pork broth from the pan and add it back to the chopped pork, adding flavor and moisture back to the lean meat. I gave my brother the Q over Christmas and got a text back the following day that he loved it! Of course, meat always tastes better when you harvest it yourself.