I usually see them take off like they just got stung by a large bee, and they are out of sight.
I listen to sound of the impact, and direction of their departure, and no matter what, I start moving my feet in the place I am standing, then replay the shot in my mind... reenact it by pointing my bowhand at it, then I point my other one in a direct opposite.
I tie a piece of flagging to the closest branch, then another one about 12" past, then I start pretending its Christmas (can I say that still) and make darn sure I can find my spot as I back out.I get the heck out of there silently. a short ways away, I take a break, and picture the POI, what did I see ? How do I feel about the shot ?
Do I need to go get help to pack ?, or to aid in the search....
I wait at least 1/2 hour, then go see my spot.
I stand in my mark (the one my feet made), and tie another ribbon to the closest branch, in line with my other 2 flags.
I look at where the animal was standing, and look for clues as I approach silently.
when I get to where I think the animal was, I turn and line up my markers, one they are in line, I look for signs, blood is good, hair is sometimes good (as long as it has color, or blood), but usually, I look at the tracks, see what direction the animal went, and search for my arrow.
I hunt in thick woods, sometimes in brush over your head, sometimes in the open, but a well hit animal never makes it to where it wanted to go, a marginally hit animal sometimes makes it, a poorly hit animal ALWAYS makes it to where it wanted to go, and that is usually in the thickest crap on the mountain, if you ever lose a trail, remember this.
I have been just hunting in that stuff, and found others lost bloodtrails, unfortunately, only one of those happenings led to a timely recovery.
I have never hunted hogs, we do not have them in washington, I hunt Elk, and you would be amazed at how they can jump into the thickest patch of trees around, then not make a sound...
run uphill ?
They sometimes take off like a "bat out of hell" then stop, and look back to see what the heck just happened, sometimes they walk off, sometimes they stand there for what seems like hours, looking at ? (me)? you dont dare breathe, or move...
Wondering, should I stick it again ?
Afraid to move...
I sure wish it was hunting season again, I need to learn from another one...
Every one is different.