Shut the car door walked 100 yards down the log road and heard something coming. I froze and got an arrow out of my quiver and got ready. This hog came straight down the log road and stopped at 5 yards. It turned broadside and I drew slow enough that it didn't see. I don't practice 5 yard shots but when I was looking at my spot it felt perfect. When the arrow hit I knew it was dead on its feet. Center punched the heart and blood flew like a gunshot wound. It ran 40 yards and died in about 1 minute. This was a big surprise because we didn't know there were hogs on this property.
A big bonus. This was my first bow kill. I also killed it with my
dads first bow. 1967 Red Wing Hunter. That bow turned 50 this year and I'm glad to get some blood on it for the first time.