The Hellpig Hunt: A Hunting Adventure in the Wild Wetlands at the Mouth of the Mississippi River by Middle Aged Lunatics Who Refuse to Grow up

Bought this as a birthday for my "great hunter" brother. I glanced through it and what I read was humorous. I think he will enjoy this read!

I thought the book would be a lot better. A disorganized mishmash - a few good stories of Cajun-redneck swamp encounters - but IMO quite poorly written. I can see where the author tried to write gonzo like Hunter S. Thompson, but the writing style quickly became tiresome. I wouldn't buy it again.

nice and is what i hoped for

For anybody on your Christmas list who thinks golf is for wussies too housebroken to engage in bloodsport, there's Humberto Fontova's very funny The Hellpig Hunt: A Hunting Adventure in the Wild Wetlands at the Mouth of the Mississippi River by Middle-Aged Lunatics Who Refuse to Grow Up.In case that title's insufficiently descriptive, here's Humberto's previous book's title: The Helldivers' Rodeo : A Deadly, Extreme, Scuba-Diving, Spear Fishing Adventure Amid the Offshore Oil-Platforms in the Murky Waters off the Gulf of Mexico. The Hellpig Hunt resembles what you'd get if Hunter S. Thompson went hunting with Bluto and the rest of the gang from Animal House. Plus, Humberto tosses in philosophical asides on the predatory nature of the human male from Camille Paglia, Edward O. Wilson, and the head philosopher of hunting, Jose Ortega Y Gasset of "Revolt of the Masses" fame.A couple of years ago I tried to explain to Humberto the appeal of golf to guys like me: "You see, it's a like a suburbanized form of hunting. It's a battle against nature played out in an ideal landscape for hunting." My little dissertation appears to have been refracted back through Humberto's twisted brain on p. 138 of his tome:"'Then why don't more men hunt?' you ask."'Lack of opportunity,' I answer. "They turn to golf for the same reason men turn to sodomy in prisons.'"Gee, Humberto, thanks for phrasing my idea like that.