I watch the pig whirl and shoot off straight away from me with my arrow dangling by the fletch along the edge of the woods and is out of sight in a second. I sit back down to wait a bit and start breathin' again.
Then I hear hooves again and got pigs in front of me a second later...HHMMMM...OK... :D
I'm sitting sideways in the stand 90 to the feeder and lock on to another young boar.
I shoot well out of treestands, I shoot well sitting, even shoot well sitting on the ground with my bow horizontal...but I forgot I haven't shot sitting in a treestand. It felt good, but it wasn't and I'll never try that again. The shot pulled right with a CRACK and a SQUEEEEAAALL...I think they heard it in town. I buried the Grizzly 3 blade in his spine in front of the hams and immobilized his rear end. He pulls himself toward the drop off to the swamp...calms down for a second facing directly away from me...I sneak down out of the stand and creep slowly to the side of him and put an arrow through the chest and that finishes him quickly, but not before he tumbles down the 15' bank.
So by now I'm wound up tighter than a cheap watch and need to walk it off...
I go over to where I hit the first pig, find my arrow...looks good...follow the blood along the woods edge for about 15 yds..good blood...then it stops at the 2 track that follows the edge of the woods...so I mark it there and walk out to the road to meet Andrew and fill him in. We go pick up Jeff and head back to my stand.
Its dark now and you can see the blood better with the flashlight. It was like that pig jumped that 2 track diagonally cause we only found 2 specs of blood in it and then got back on good blood on the other side immediately. Someone said ..where's Harry?.. I shined the light around and said, he's right there...and so is my pig!! We were about to trip over it in the grassy field. All together it went maybe 30-40 yds.
Drug him over to the truck and then went to get the spine shot pig (long dead by now)down the bank.