I moored the boat at 0700. I was hunting shortly thereafter. I made my way pretty quickly to some fresh feeding sign.
I jumped a big gobbler, and then a deer. I figured I better slow down some. As I entered hunt mode, saw a large hog just 10 yards ahead in the palmettos! He had seen me though and was headed away with a huff! I froze for a few minutes to see if he would circle to get my wind. Lot's of times if you jump them they will circle and give you a shot opportunity.
I made my way around the thicket hoping to catch him on the other side. I stumbled into a nest of hogs. Two jumped up and trotted off. They weren't spooked real bad though, because they didn't smell me. I just stood there again waiting for something to present me with a shot. I heard a grunt, and then another. Just 10 yards in front of me where the two had been, were more hogs. Three more stood up and milled around. I was ready! One nice sow entered an opening, but was quartering to me pretty hard. I heard Robert Carter's words in my mind, "if they aren't too big, I'll shoot them head on". I picked a spot just in front of the point of the shoulder and let a Wensel Woodsman go! I heard it hit the shoulder blade and then hogs were running everywhere.
I stood my ground, and marked a landmark where I saw my hog run. At the shot location there was good lung blood. After about 20 minutes I figured to let this one lie a while. I figure best case would be one lung, top of heart, and liver/guts. Almost half my arrow was sticking out her chest as she ran off.
I slipped out of there and made a big circle around the killing zone. I hunted for a while, jumped another deer, and then made it back to the shot site two hours later. There was a good trail.
She only made it 50-60 yards! She will probably go 80#. Perfect!
I carry a rope ratchet in my pack for hanging hogs. It doesn't have any mechanical advantage, so the largest thing I can hoist is around 125#. Works great for me though, because I would much rather hang them if possible.
I used my new favorite knife for the chore. A beautiful damascus steel with some kind of burl scales that my buddy John Johnston made for me.