Of course, after the shot he ran for the thickest, meanest stuff he could find.
I trailed him 40 yards and found the arrow. Looked like liver blood and didn't smell like guts. There was a little blood, but not much. My guess is one lung at best.
He looked like he was on a trail so I followed. Man, it was thick in there. I had to leave my bow and back pack behind.
I went another 20 to 25 yards in the thick stuff and couldn't go any further. I then made a circle around it looking for an exit. No dice.
I hate for any animal to suffer, but I'm confident he's dead. Unfortunately, there won't be any hero pic.
Oh well, at the end of the day there is one less pig in Texas. It certainly was a fun hunt!