After a very tiring and fruitless morning chasing feral pigs through the hills and hollows of Appalachia this past spring, I regrouped and developed a plan for the afternoon with my guide over lunch. During his morning rounds, he found a lone boar that liked to call the far corner of the property home. It was decided that I would try to make a play for that hog in the afternoon. Since I had a decent-sized walk ahead of me, I broke down the new tripod I was testing into its monopod configuration to lighten my load. With its carbon-fiber…
