Pigs bolted every where.. Left, right, away, towards, etc. As I watched the nocturnal disappear into the woods, I see a piglet running straight towards me. He stops at no farther than 5 yards from the base of the lean to. I draw, bend at the waste, remember to aim low and release. The arrow flew nearly perfect, with the exception of a couple of inches back. He took off and I was still staring at the lighted nock stuck in the ground.
He ran about 5 yards and laid down, then ran another 5 and laid down again. I knew he was done. So. Moved on to try to pick off another one. No more opportunities were presented, but I was ready should it have!