Then two big hogs walked into the open on the next nearest trail, 15 yards from me, and one of them, a gray one, stopped broadside. White tusks stuck out of it's mouth. I drew and aimed. The hog turned slightly quartering away. Still perfect. I touched my release trigger and my arrow went behind the left leg and out in front of the right leg. A heart shot, I thought.

July 9, Morning: I started down the same trail the gray hog had taken yesterday afternoon. Fifty yards later I saw it on the far side of a clump of trees that I had walked by as it was getting dark yesterday. Another 4 yards and I would have stepped on it. It was a big sow and had inch and a half tusks. Very fat and heavy too, I worked up a soaking wet sweat getting it on its belly and set up so I could take a picture. I returned to my truck for the camera, tripod and cooler. I took a few pictures of myself with the time delay and then I butchered the hog right there. It took two trips to get all the meat out.