The first full day of hunting dawned beautiful (as did the rest of the week.) We took off spotting and stalking. I slipped up the west coast, and it wasnt long before i caught movement in my hawke binos. There were about 6 40#ers rooting around about 100 yds ahead of me, and the stalk was on.
They moved fast, and i struggled to keep up but i finally closed the distance. The went behind a big fallen tree's root ball and i went in for the final 10 yards. When i popped out, the were heading the other way at about 20-25 yards, when one turned quartering away i hit full draw.
The arrow hit text book. Just past mid-ship, and heading through the chest. The all scattered and he made it to a palmetto clump about 10 yards away and gave it up. I love tender meat!
I thought it was over, but as i approached the clump and my downed meat pig i heard a grunt coming from the same clump. I knew my pig was done, but i knocked another arrow anyway.
AS i got closer, one of the first pig's brothers made a break for it hauling it as fast as he could. The best part is, he decided to come out my side, and was running 10-12 yards broadside from me.
I can promise you that my Omega was faster than the pig though, my second arrow went through both of his shoulders as he ran and flattened him. That was my first running shot on a big game animal, given time to think i probably wouldnt have tried it, but i seemed to have went on auto-pilot. Either way you cut it, Dad was ecstatic when i told him i had two 40# tender pigs on the ground.