I grabbed my bow and a green led flashlight and quickly made my way to the field, which a little under 1/2 mile from the house. I knee exactly where they were, and knee they couldn't see my light or hear me until I was almost in the field, so I walked up the driveway, past the fenced orchard, turned left and headed through the cattle guard that leads to the back part of the property, walked along the road for a couple hundred yards, them turned right all along the brush hog trail leading to the field, another couple hundred yards, turn off the light, cross a small ditch, hug the SW edge of the field, and makeu way to the feeder that is deep in the SE corner of the field, right next to the woods and the drainage.
I see the green feeder light is on through the trees, and I close the gap to 15 yards at a rapid walk, using the trail that I had raked earlier this morning. There is a very faint wind which could change at any minute. I hear hogs in the drainage past the feeder, and also in a feeder branch in the woods to my right, but I know they can't wind me, andy focus is on the sow and piglets under the feeder. The sow is quartering away to the left, O draw back and release. The arrow hit's home, and the piglets scatter and the sow crashes through the brush toward the drainage to the east, while hogs growl all around me, some strong there way out of there, and others running, while I stand stock still.
I hear crashing in the drainage, but I don't know if it isy sow, or the hogs that were originally there, but I k ow the piglets took off to the north without mom.
I quickly walk back to the house, get a better light, out the cargo hauler onu Xterra, and head back to the feeder. I easily follow the blood trail and find the sow laying text to the water, having goneaybe 60 yards into thick brush. Somewhere in the brush, the cutthroat tipped arrow pulled out, but I will find that on the morning. I grab a leg, and drag her up out of the drainage to get ready to field dress her. I would guess she weighed 125-150#.